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Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Hittin' The Road I have much to tell you, Internet peeps. Last night I went to a lecture by none other than David Suzuki himself. He was/is my friend's hero, he's Canada's hero, he's the environment's hero. It was a part of his book tour and he is definitely the coolest scientist that I know and we Canadians get to claim him all to ourselves. I love that I have these wonderfully geeky opportunities - me and my giggly girl friends swooned over him all night and we were THIS CLOSE to touching him at one point. Later, one of them asked if it was stupid to be this giddy and excited over David Suzuki. Hell ya! I think this is much more exciting than swooning over someone like Ashton Kutcher or Heath Ledger. A celebrity. How boring. Give me a man with a brain and I'm putty in his hands. Not only is he smart, he's down to earth, funny, extremely buff for a seventy year old man, talks about being horny a lot AND he wants to save the world. Damn. It's the end of the semester, and I checked my marks to find that I got a solid A in the class that I've been slacking off in all year. I haven't done readings since September, I don't participate in discussions a lot, I wrote the tests with minimal studying, I handed in one assignment a day late, and another assignment three months late (long story). How in the freak did I pull off an A knowing that I've lost at least 10% in late penalties alone? Wow, go brain. This isn't the first time that I've gotten a good mark for doing shit-all, but Academia, if you keep letting me off the hook like this I don't know what's going to become of whatever's left of my work ethic. I've officially moved and there's lots show and tell about this adventure as I'm still in the throes of unpacking and packing. Le sigh. It never ends. Tomorrow morning at 7:30am, I depart for Chicago. I have this sweet job where I get to take student groups on overnight trips to neato cities and I landed the Windy City as my destination this time. I come back from Chicago on Sunday night (the 30th) and Monday morning (the 1st) at 8:00am, I depart for Boston until May 5th. So, that's a whole week and a half on the road with a mere eight hour break in between trips. Basically, you won't be hearing from me for a while unless the hotels have free internet and I have free time to spare, unlike last time. The thing is, my birthday is on that Sunday, May 1st and that just happens to be the day that I board a coach bus with about forty students, a handful of teachers, a driver and truck ourselves twelve hours to Boston. Yay! I get to turn 22 on a bus. Whooo. In lieu of my festivities (or lack thereof), go wish the Lovely Leah a happy birthday on the 1st as well. I hope she celebrates enough for the two of us. 11:14 pm Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Moving Out and Up and Onward and On and On and On So I've been a bit AWOL lately and this can be attributed to the fact that I've been busy seeing my friends while I still can, going to the Farmer's Market and Sigma Chi BBQs, drinking beer, and putting band aids on my heels because the new ballet flats are torturing my poor tootsies (but they look so pretty)! I've also been living without a computer for a few days - GASP! - and you know, I've been packing my life into boxes because, uhm, I'm moving. So, that's some news right there. About a month ago, as I was sitting on a city bus riding towards campus, I made the decision to move out of my house. It all happened rather quickly; I had some time to myself and as I listened to music and pondered and ruminated and thought about everything that was right and wrong in the world, I concluded that it made a lot of sense for me to pack up and move. Simple as that. It was (and still is) a big step to take, but within the span of two hours, I felt so sure about it that I had already put my proverbial foot down. It's taken work - there was chasing down and talking to the landlord, there was finding an extra girl to live here, there was packing and moving and unpacking, there was calling customer service about home phone service and being put on hold for seventeen minutes, there was dealing with leftover bills and yet, I hadn't felt so certain about anything in a long time. Despite all the details, deciding to do it was a lot easier than telling the roomie. After I did, we didn't talk for about three days. And that was really hard for us. Probably harder for her. I sprung the decision on her last minute when we were right in the middle of making plans for next year and finding two new housemates. We were talking about paint colours and decorations and hosting parties and I had even just bought a new shoe rack for us. It was a huge, unexpected surprise, but she's been understanding of my decision which I'm very grateful for. This whole debacle reminds me of that episode of Friends where Monica and Chandler decide to live together and kick Rachel out of the apartment; there's that scene at the end where Monica and Rachel have that big fight, but in the end all they do is admit to missing each other's wonderful roomie qualities. It's about the same over here. She moved back home for the summer just yesterday and I miss her already. I don't know what we're going to do without each other in the Fall. As of right now, all my stuff is back in M-town at my parents' house and I'm leaving this city in less than 24 hours. I've been living out of a bag for a few days and though it's kind of weird and sad, it's a lifestyle that I'll have to get used to in the next few months (more news on that to come). What's scary and wonderful about this is that I'm only living with my parents in M-town for the summer when I'm not on the road, and once August/September comes around, I'm going to be a bit homeless and will then face finding a new place to live when I have to come back to the Loo for school. I love uncertainty. It leaves so much room for possibilities. 4:08 pm Saturday, April 22, 2006
Sasstastic I woke up feeling pretty fabulous yesterday so I straightened my hair (with my new ceramic hair straightener!!) and waltzed into work where I got enough compliments to last me a lifetime. If this keeps up, I'll never grow my hair long ever again. The roomie had a friend visitng, so after I got off work the three of us went shopping (for 4.5 hours!) and I nabbed five pairs of socks for $10(!!), an Oh Henry bar and these beauties:   I never went through that When I Grow Up I Want To Be A Ballerina Princess phase (more like I Want To Be A Doctor And Write Children's Books On The Side! - seriously), but these must satisfy any pointe-dancery cravings that do exist. And these pictures here pretty much sum up my Friday night with Nicola:    That's her under a sign, wrapped around a pole and in a garbage can. I adore this girl.   We annoyed countless people on the streets and belted out classic tunes such as New York, New York and Alanis Morrisette's Ironic on the way home at 2am.  Datz rite. We be cool. 3:51 pm Wednesday, April 19, 2006
I Need You So Much Closer This is me all cool-ed up for the concert in aviator glasses that don't belong to me:  We got into line two hours before doors opened and since I'm so S-M-R-T, I didn't think to bring food or water or even stop at a gosh-forsaken fast food joint to eat SOMETHING, so I did what every die-hard Death Cab fan would do - I had 2/3 of a bag of beer nuts and a can of Coke for dinner. Thank goodness there was a guy selling the stuff beside the line because we all know that once I get in line, I don't get out (unless it's to buy expensive unhealthy food or to pee or to take pictures or to find info on being an extra in films this summer). This is how close we were to the front of the line:  Oh baby. That's pretty darn close - that's what you get for lining up two hours in advance! Annnd I was so good with buying tickets that I actually got us FLOOR TICKETS (see? my neurotic obsessive-compulsiveness comes in handy!), so when we piled in, we were about five 'rows' of people back from the front of the stage. Wahoo!  The Cribs opened and let me tell you, they were super excellent. This may be slightly biased because I'm totally a Brit-rock girl, but whatevs. They're good. I hadn't even heard of them before 6pm that night and was pleasantly surprised to hear their Wakefield-England-awesomeness. My socks were thoroughly rocked. Go Brits! Franz Ferdinand!   Also awesome. Boy, I sure suck at concert reviews, eh? I just looove everything so much. I have to admit that I don't follow FF at all, but again, I'm sucker for music that comes out of the UK, so these guys are a hit with me for shore. As much as I love these skinny, geeky, music loving guys, there's another music geek that I'm madly in love with even more:     I know you can't really tell that it's him - that's because I was so excited to be mere meters away from him that I couldn't stop shaking. Benjamin Gibbard! I want to have your children. That is all. No! That's not all! Gah, there is so much that I want to say about this concert, but I find myself at a loss for words. Now, I've been to really good concerts before; Treble Charger put on a fun show, Matt Good was like a two hour musical orgasm, I swooned at John Mayer, the Backstreet Boys were still so cool, I had a frickin' blast with Yellowcard, and I was so close to Stars that I could see up their nostrils. But Death Cab for Cutie, oh Death Cab, you made me want to cry tears of utter joy at seeing you RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME singing some of my ultimate favourite songs. When A Movie Script Ending started, I thought I would fall to floor in pieces because I couldn't handle the gloriousness of it all. And oh! starting with Passenger Seat was SUCH a good idea and Marching Bands was unbelievable and I love how you can be so mellow and play Follow You Into The Dark because you guys are just that awesome and wow, ending with Transatlanticism was just wow. Le sigh.     How is it possible that four wonderfully talented boys are right there on stage together and I can't even find one? I hate that I don't know how to use my camera. I bought the damn thing nearly eight months ago and I still haven't read the manual. And the annoying part is that it's so tempermental in low light and guess what the lighting scheme for Death Cab's set was? LOW. Gaahhh. So now all I have are these fuzzy things that can't do any justice to the beautiful musical genius that is Ben Gibbard. Ben. How can you not love a guy with a name like that? Ben. Ahh. *melts*       In me. Your babies. I want. 11:45 pm Monday, April 17, 2006
!!!  I'm going to see Death Cab for Cutie and Franz Ferdinand toniiiight! YAAHHH!! 2:02 pm Sunday, April 16, 2006
Rub A Dub Dub Random One thing I like about being at home in M-town is that I get to take a bath whenever I want. My bathtub in the Loo is a funny yellow colour with rust spots here and there - generally not a place that I want to sit soaking in. I just spent about 30 minutes splashing around in the squeaky clean pristine tub here at home and now my fingers are all pruney. Speaking of pruney, that reminds me of last night. It was about 2:30am and we were sitting by the lake talking about something that urged me to use the word 'pruney' and so I did(!) and then he laughed and I thought it was the most...wonderful and/or ridiculous thing. What in the h-e-double hockey sticks was I doing by THE LAKE at 2:30 in the morning? Beats me. Innocently enough, we started out like this: At 9:30pm we re-met for the first time in his grandfather's Honda? Civic? some other Japanese car? and shook hands to make it official. Ten minutes later and we were at the local Chapters buying a Teach Yourself Spanish kit (it came with a book and two audio CDs!), a map of the world (ooh! antique style!) and a $100+ MCAT study guide. We got nudged out of the store at closing and found ourselves seated around black currant and barley flavoured bubble teas. Yes, I did say barley and it was in fact ordered, tasted and drank because believe it or not, grain-flavoured drinks CAN be yummy and NOT taste like breakfast. Three hours of conversation about smoking and siblings and gifted-ness and ruckus-causing and school and goals and jobs and travel and messed-up-Asian-families and blogs and stalking later, and we were still not ready to go home. Let's go to P-Mall. Why? It's 1:30am, it'll be closed. Oh well, it'll be fun. *raised eyebrow* *pause* *shrug* Mmkay. It was indeed closed (duh) and outside was COLD so we opted to sit in the car where it was warm and just drive around, listening to Edge 102 and just talk and joke around and be sarcastic with each other like we had already been doing all night. Shoot the shit, as he says. We ended up driving 20-some-odd minutes south - the equivalent of about an inch on a map of Ontario - headed right for Lake Ontario, where the full moon reflected off the sparkling water and we dared each other to remember that exact moment when we're 80 years old. This is when the 'pruney' incident happened. I said it, he laughed, I was incredulous. Give me another half-hour and I've got the guy on a swingset, pumping furiously, going higher and higher, having a fantastic time. I'm smiling inside and out - it's great to be seven years old again, eh? Damn, it felt good to swing again. I haven't done that since last summer. I'm just that cool, peeps - I take boys to the park at 3 in the morning to go on the swings. I'm so cool that I deserve a cookie. Alright, if we can find a 24-hour convenience store, I will buy you a cookie. Really? Okay. Let's do it. What? I'm serious, I want a cookie. We ended up at a Tim Horton's and I got two cookies instead of one. It's about 3:30am at this point and we finally confess to being tired. But I didn't get to go home just yet, I got the grand tour of his place and the pleasure of seeing animal furs all over his house. Oh look, there's a bear on the wall, and that's another one, and yay, there's a giant deer head in the corner and whoopee, that's a fox draped over your couch. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, my dad hunts. Come on, touch the tail, it's so soft! Just don't look at the head, it's just the tail, come on, touch the tail. No. No no no, a thousand times no. At about 4:00am, I walk in the door. At 9:30pm I said to my parents, "Okay, I'm going to Chapters, I'll be back in a bit." Seven hours later, and I'm finally home. I thought you went to the bookstore last night, my mum says to me this morning. I did, I reply. So what did you do until 4 o'clock in the morning then? I don't know...nothing and everything, all at once. 9:49 pm Saturday, April 15, 2006
Mememe Mymymy Momomo Moomoomoo My brainy bovine friend over at Xanga has tagged me with one of those meme things. I've never been particularly fond of them, but it is neat to be tagged every now and then (ooh! I have net friends!). The last time I did one of these things was fairly boring and I suspect this time will be no different! Enjoy learning some more bits about me below. Three Names You Go By: 1. Shirley 2. Shirls 3. Dear Three Parts Of Your Heritage: 1. The Les 2. The Manhs 3. I don't get why there's three for this question...unless you're implying that my mum screwed around with the milkman, to which I'd reply: There were no milkmen that served ratty government-subsidized apartment buildings in downtown Toronto during the early 80s, SO THERE. Three Things You Like About Yourself: 1. My ability to notice, love and find joy in the simple things 2. How I feel when I smile 3. My ability to be comfortable and genuine when I'm interacting with another person Three Things You Hate About Yourself: (Hate is a pretty strong word that I don't like to use, so I'm going to take this as a "Three things you really don't like about yourself" kind of question...which yes, is essentially the same thing - I'm just being bratty.) 1. Currently, my weight 2. My habit of picking at my skin 3. My insecurities Three Things That Scare You: 1. Cars suddenly swerving into me when I'm on the sidewalk 2. Unexpected earthquakes 3. Death Three Of Your Everyday Essentials: 1. Water 2. The sun 3. Someone to talk to Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now 1. Faded blue sweatshirt that I acquired from someone in high school 2. Striped PJ pants that I got for $4 at the Salvation Army store when I was 17 3. Pink hair elastics Three Things You Need In A Relationship: 1. Conversation that carries itself 2. Comfortable silence (I so did not get that from Pulp Fiction) 3. Affection Two Truths And A Lie (in jumbled order): 1. I wish I was tech-savvy 2. I hate the smell of books 3. I heart geeks Three PHYSICAL Things About The Opposite Sex That Appeal To You: 1. A beautiful smile 2. Nice hair (but I like bald heads a lot too) 3. Flat tummies Three Of Your Favorite Hobbies: 1. Going out to see some sort of performance 2. Eating yummy ethnic foodies 3. Getting dolled up Three Things You Want To Do Really Badly Right Now: 1. Go out and have some fun in M-town 2. Eat something dessert-y 3. Be hugged Three Places You Want To Go: 1. Vancouver 2. Tibet 3. Antarctica Three Things You Want To Do Before You Die: 1. Travel as much as I possibly can 2. Write/make/publish a book 3. Be a good mum Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Girl/Guy: 1. I pay lots of money to get hairs professionally ripped out of my body 2. I tend to check myself out in reflective surfaces when I'm walking somewhere 3. I own waaaaay too many clothes Three Things That Annoy You: 1. Arrogance/Pretentiousness/Superiority complexes 2. People who talk big but act little 3. General unfriendliness And now, back to your regulary scheduled programming... TLC's What Not To Wear Marathon! 7:39 pm Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Average When I was in the Eighth Grade, my homeroom teacher had this habit of calling out our names one by one as she handed back assignments at the front of the class. Once, when I was called up, she gave me back a write up that I had done on some television series we were watching in class and I saw at the top a bright red 7/10. She held onto the paper a little longer so I couldn't walk away just yet and said to me, "I'm very disappointed in you." All I can remember from that point on is going back to my desk with tears in my eyes and thinking, 7 out of 10 isn't that bad, is it? 7 out of 10 is a 70%, is a B, is a grade that most students in that class - and in most classes - receive; 7 out of 10 is an average mark, a perfectly good average mark. I suppose the problem in this case was that I was not an average student. I do remember getting 9s and 10s on those little write ups and I don't really know what I did wrong or differently to get a 7 that one time. By the time mid-high school rolled around, I found out that grades in the 70 range were great and that grades in the 60s were considered average - according to the school or the government or society, I don't know. But...60s. In my house, I would have gotten The Lecture from my parents if I ever walked in the door with a 60-something in anything (even gym). But this is just a Messed Up Immigrant Parents And Second Generation Youth Thing that doesn't apply to most people. Lucky bastards. I ended up graduating high school with a 93% average in my top 6 classes and after my first term at university, I had a GPA of 10.8 out of 12. My GPA is still in the A range and since I've been here I've received 2 or 3 scholarships/awards per year. Go ahead, you can say it, I'm an overachiever, a geek, a nerd, whatever (though I do prefer the term 'geek' over anything else). The kind of pressure I received from my family eventually translated into a funky kind of internalized want to do well (mmm...self-inflicted frustration and mental anguish...yum!) and when I got anything below an 80%, I freaked out a bit. Yeah, I'm one of those people. Don't worry, I've since become a normal person. This isn't to say that my standards aren't still high because they are (after 21.96 years of conditioning, how could they not be?), but this is to say that I now know how to take things a little bit easier, to relaaaxxx and all that jazz. I do things that most/all students do: I cram the night before an exam, I don't start my 12-page papers until the last minute, I've walked into a test without having done any of my class readings, I go out to the bar in the middle of the week when I'm sick and have work the next morning, I chat on MSN all night when I should be working on a take-home final. I don't know when it was that it hit me, but I eventually realized that doing things the 'right' way doesn't always work out to be the 'best' way. Now, I'm not advocating major slackage by any means, because social-scientific studies have shown that slackage is indeed positively correlated with bad marks in school, but it doesn't hurt to take some time every now and then and just...go with it. Take some time for fun, for your friends and family, for yourself(!) - it's all about balance in the end, isn't it? I just came out of my final exam for my Operations Management class and it didn't go as well as I would have liked it to (does anything ever?). I spent all of last night and this morning studying, but as luck would have it, the one chapter I didn't read was covered extensively on those 17 pages of paper. I don't expect a 90 or an 80 and only goodness knows if I'll come out with anything in the 70s range. I didn't have all the time in the world to prep for this thing and I did have a wee bit of vodka with my orange juice before I left the house...and that's okay. I'm not disappointed in myself, I doubt my parents will ever find out, but I do wonder what good old Ms. Hector from homeroom will think. Alas, it happened, it's done with, it's not that bad and I don't care. Contrary to my parents' belief, this one bad mark will not ruin my life. I'm going to go buy a bag of chocolate eggs now, head home and have an Easter Egg Hunt with the roomie. Maybe tonight we'll go out to a bar or to dance or we'll stay home and cuddle up with some snackies and a movie. Who knows. Life is a lot easier, not to mention a lot better, when you don't take things so seriously all the time. 8:37 pm Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Tide You Over I know that I've been boring lately. I know that all I've written about is how I'm busy with school and I have essays to write and when I'm not whining about academic jazz, I'm whining about boys. Whine whine whine. I know I know I KNOW. Summer is around the bend and all I can think about is what the next four months holds for me. The present is not so hot right now, so I'm focussing on the future and keeping my spirits up for what's to come. I'm going on 2.5 hours of sleep here peeps, so you'll have to bear with me for just a little bit longer. And because I'm so boring, I'm going to stop writing drivel and leave you with a little something from my friend Nikki Giovanni: There is always something to do. There are hungry people to feed, naked people to clothe, sick people to comfort and make well. And while I don't expect you to save the world, I do think it's not asking too much for you to love those with whom you sleep, share the happiness of those whom you call friend, engage those among you who are visionary, and remove from your life those who offer you depression, despair, and disrespect. And here's a fun picture of me to keep you company while I think up something better to say: (Check out the girl's expression in the back. Think I scared her?)  Dear Creative Juices, Come back. I miss you. 7:29 pm Monday, April 10, 2006
Dam(n) I just wanted to say that Ashley and I have been in this here computer lab for 12 hours now. We left once to get dinner and then at 10pm we stocked up on energy drinks. As a side note, I've never had Red Bull or anything like it. I had a sip once and I think it's the same colour as pee from someone who is dehydrated and it tastes like cough medicine. Not to mention the fact that the caffeine content in one of those cans scares me and my little coffee-free-carbonated-drinks-free-and-generally-sugary-drink-free body very, very much. Tonight, I'm a bit desperate (and I told Ash that I would), so I bought a can of Canadian Beaver Buzz, a citrus energy drink just for Canadians! It's 'Dam Good' and reminds me of guava juice actually. I want my bed. *It's 4:38am and we're leaving now! 15-16 hours later! I get to go to my bed! Wahoo! 12:24 am Saturday, April 08, 2006
Here Lies One Plucky Little Tartlet* ...having passed away from the stupidness that is school. It's past 11:30pm on a Saturday night and guess where I am! In a computer lab! On campus! YAY!! Ashley and I are being uber cool yet again and are spending the weekend in front of computer screens having our Marathon Weekend of Sociology Final Take-Home Exam Writing FUN! We've got two papers due on Monday and Tuesday, the Sociology of Religion and Race & Ethnic Relations respectively. Then she has another paper due Tuesday and I have an exam on Wednesday. We just handed in two papers last week for these exact same classes, in addition to other assignments for all the other classes we're taking. Don't tell me you don't envy us because I know you do. I actually just finished a paper for 2:00pm this afternoon and wrote an exam then as well. I couldn't imagine doing anything else but eating, sleeping and showering, but she's since kidnapped me and taken me hostage on campus and refuses to let me go home until we finish. I'm actually being forced to do my schoolwork. She's going to pour Red Bull down my throat if she needs to. Before we came to campus, we stopped by the local Bulk Barn and stocked up on cookies, chocolate covered pretzels, broken Oh Henry bars, berry gummies, BBQ ringolos, big feet, Asian trail mix and dried apricots (y'know, to get some nutritional value in there). We just ordered spring rolls and pad thai from a Thai-Viet restaurant down the street and ate a late night dinner in the hallway of the Bricker Academic Building while throngs of drunken teens pranced through, revelling in their debaucherous, drunken fun. Oh debaucherous, drunken fun...how I miss you. We shall be reunited in the next few days, I promise. We're actually not getting that much work done...we're checking blogs and email, sending pictures back and forth, she just did a fist pump because the Leafs won a game tonight or something and for goodness' sake, I'm blogging (I added two more pictures to the St. Patty's Day post!). And the last two people just left the lab so now we're officially the loserest losers to ever live. Sigh. I've got nothing really, I just felt like telling ya. Here's a fun picture of us:  Pimpin'. * 11:30 pm Friday, April 07, 2006
Greener On The Other Side I miss you, Internet Peeps. I'm lonely on this side of the screen and I absolutely despise writing papers and studying for exams. I'm SO DONE with school. I know I haven't been the cheeriest gal lately, but give me a week and all things academic will be over and done with and I'll be moving on to bigger and better things! Wahoo. Up n' Coming: - David Suzuki! - Death Cab for Cutie and Franz Ferdinand! - Moving! - Partying! Until then, I don't want to leave you with the whiny side of me, so instead, I offer you the inebriated version. Some people have mentioned to me that they don't see me as the type who goes out and parties a lot. And I have to admit, I'm not. I don't. But when I do, I CAN - believe it or not - be fun. St. Patty's Day '06: Not everyone celebrates it and it's mostly a university/college campus thing where we wear green for the day and celebrate the consumption of alcohol (usually beer) that's dyed with green food colouring. Copious amounts of Green Beer was consumed, my camera got beer spilled on it, and it got dropped on the dance floor, where there was also lots of - you guessed it - beer. And yet, despite the maltreatment, my baby managed to capture these wonderful Look at me! Look at all the friends I have! Moments:         I can never look at these photos without giggling. Damn, that was a fun night. Can we do that again, Ash? Oh the boys, how they heart me.           Look at my face! I can make some pretty stupid expressions when I'm having fun. There's a theme! Apparently, my mouth only has three shapes when in drunken photo taking mode: Huge Rectangular Smile, Kissy Face or OPEN WIDE. This next one I'm calling The Most Ridiculous Picture of Myself That I Will Ever Put Online, or WHEEEE!  Boy, that was a fun night. PS: The hat says, "On St. Patrick's Day I'm Irish" I know, the hair, the hair! T'was long and crimped that night, but I'm so glad it's gone now. Life is much easier and I don't have it sticking to my arms and getting tangled in between other people when I'm dancing. I can put it up into a little ponytail and I fondly call it My Little Nubbin. |
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