Good morning upper east-siders.

Spotted--haha. Just kidding. (Sort of. :P)

It's Wednesday. The weeks seem to slide by more and more quickly.
This week I turned in my first assignment of the term-- on time! HA! take that 'old me'.

Kat had to cover for Auntie Mony at Mikey's today, so I hitched a ride with her onto campus at 11. She showed up at my house with a wonderful surprise-- STARBUCKS! :D Eggs flourentine and a caramel macciatto. Can you think of a more perfect start to the day? I can't.

Other thoughts:

When bad things happen-- they've already happened. And getting angry or making negative comments isn't going to help situations any. Especially if the thing that happened wasn't intentional.

If you knew taking a chance on something could get you hurt, and you'd gotten hurt before because of it, and that even if you took the chance, you could still lose the love of your life, but that not taking that chance would definitely cause you to lose the love of your life--- would you take it? (Did that run on sentence even make sense?

On THAT cheery note, the song of the day is a toss up between Leona Lewis' Yesterday and Gotta Have You by the Weepies. For your listening pleasure:

I so don't feel like going to class right now... =/

A Glitter of Sunshine

As much as I wish I coined "a glitter of sunshine"-- the credit goes to Alison-- who noted the 'glitter of sunshine' on the tarp despite the thump of shadow that had settled over what had been our tanning spot.

In a sense, the weekend was a little glitter of sunshine in itself. A small escape (if you will), escape into giggles, woodcollecting, stargazing, and even a bit of reminiscing. Oh, and cheese sausages, of course.

A random assortment of information

I almost threw up at work today. I do not handle people's gross body odor well. It makes my stomach lurch and my head pound. My supervisor gave me her Marc Jacobs (!) daisy ring to wear though! It was perfume filled!

I love broccoli and cheese quiche. And I really appreciate the company of Kat, Amanda, and Esther.

I'm waiting for my laundry to be done so I can stick it in the dryer and go to sleep.

I need to get the laundry done so I can wake up early in the morning and shove it in a bag and go camping for the weekend.

PPIC's and SMORES justify sleeping on the dirty cold ground with bugs.

Marie Digby's single Say It Again has a video! (Watch. The props are really cool.):

"...and never in my whole life have I heard words as beautiful as when you say my name..."

Long Weekends mean something again!

When I wasn't in school, weekends didn't mean much. Long weekends meant nothing.

But this long weekend I soaked up the holiday like double-quilted bounty!

I made a trip to Toronto and packed basically every minute of everyday with fun and food. Mainly food. Here is a vague schedule accompanied by some visuals:

Friday night: frantic shopping, Go for Tea with Bee, Andrew, Nate, and Jo (bbt and popcorn chicken)
Saturday: Ikea breakfast with Jo and Carson, Ina and Brian's wedding ceremony, trip to visit Alison in Ajax with Laura and Jo (laura secord), Ina and Brian's wedding reception
Sunday: church at ntcbc (after which there were croissants!), Shanghai lunch with Laura and Jo, shopping downtown, meeting up with Deborah (baskin robbins, starbucks, mcd's), karaoke at Laura's
Monday: breakfast with Euming and Jo (Rosti! mmmm!), visit CC, lunch with Tiff and Jo (cha siu/sew yuk faan!), head to Laura's for bbq, FIREWORKS!, bubble tea at The Sugar
Tuesday: lunch downtown with Kat and Laura at Salad King (which honestly, isn't that great for the price! Way to get worked up about nothing!)

Tuesday ups and downs

Routines

Starbucks is a good Tuesday routine. And their new breakfast sandwiches give Kat and I great excitement. I had the sausage and egg today which was ok, but next week I will most definitely be getting the eggs flourentine.

I really like Social Welfare Policy too. Even if it is at 10am. And not just because of oogling the professor.

Other things

"This town is colder now, I think its sick of us.
..steady hands just take the wheel, every glance is killing me.
..all my senses push, untie the weight bags, I never thought I could.

Steady feet don't fail me now.

Yeah i know that everyone gets scared-- but I've become what I can't be."

"So we'll say our goodbyes, I know it's better that way... we won't break we won't die its just a moment of change.

..I need to get some perspective on these words before I write them down."

Considering how often I emo-ize One Republic lyrics, it's a good thing I'm going to their concert! =P

The Second Monday

My blog titles aren't very interesting, are they? Oh, well.

It's the second week back and I feel like I need to really get into "school mode".
I've been a better student than I feel like I've ever been... but yet, am I good enough?
Maybe improvement is futile unless you improve to 'the' degree of adequacy.

Or maybe it's the second bloody week and I need to take a chill pill. haha

As of today-- I no longer drink bottled water. And I really want to start getting all my coffee in a thermos/tumbler, so I'm hoping to make my Starbucks one soon.

Time for class again.

What's that funky smell?

Friday early-morning blogs may become a habit.

I have a 9oclock class on Fridays but my most convenient ride in arrives at Renison at about 8:20, leaving me a good 40 minutes to kill before class.

Of all my classes, this is the only one I haven't had yet. Community Organization. And for some reason I'm dreading it more than any of my others. Will I really be able to stay awake for a four hour class that starts at 9 in the freaking morning?

Lucky things-- Renison has a cafeteria from which I just got some free coffee and it doesn't taste too terrible.

Not so lucky things-- the caffeine hasn't kicked in yet.

That and my bag emits the funky smell of cold cuts from the sandwich in there when I open it. Not condusive (sp?) to friend-making.

Note to self: Find a better sandwich container.

Why I (and possibly Kat as well) should never bake.

We followed the directions perfectly. To the letter. And I have documentative pictures to prove it!

But somehow, this is what became of our shortbread cookies:

Bummer.

Day Two

A honey latte makes it far easier to stay up during a morning class.

I'm weird, I know, but I like walking into class dressed decently, with a starbucks in hand. It makes me feel more prepared. Why looking good and having trendy coffee makes me more prepared for sitting there for three hours to take notes and discuss politics and welfare policy? .... don't ask. But if you look good you feel good! Feeling smart and confident makes me more likely to have interesting ideas to contribute to class discussions.

Plus, I have a giant crush on my prof.

I can't help it! He makes everything so interesting! Even social policy! I mean, come on. He's so brilliant and passionate in an infectuous way. And he remembered me from the one class I took with him an entire year ago! :)

I sound crazy. But hey, if this enthusiasm carries throughout the term-- I'm not going to skip or fall asleep in a single class! *Grin*

The First Day of School

My first day of school in a year.

It's a crazy feeling, people.

All in all, it hasn't been extraordinarily torturous as one might think. I actually enjoyed my first class. Ok, so I've only had one class. Maybe too soon to be relieved.

Renison library is pretty decent, so I think I'll be hibernating in here quite a bit this term.

It would be nice to have my laptop back though. Come on, HP, move move move!

(Night class in 20 minutes... we'll see how that goes.)

Also! I love this song:

Tree Hugger Animation

CHAINSAW MASSACRE!!!

I awoke this morning, to the sound of chainsaws.

Something didn't seem right about it... it sounded as if it were coming from INSIDE my house.

I won't lie, my heart did a little jump while I entertained thoughts of some crazy psycho looking for his victim. But eventually, I worked up the nerve to make my way downstairs toward the sound and outside my front door are two men with chainsaws!

After a few seconds I recognized one of them as Wallace's dad. And saw bits of our evergreen coming off-- so I figure they're helping us trim our tree. How nice. It was a bit overgrown.

I went back upstairs.

WHAT A MISTAKE! -- When I came back down THIS is what I saw outside my house:

Pauvre arbre! :(

Moving requires great strategy, you know.

While helping Bee move out yesterday, Andrew, Bernice, and I are sitting on her mattress, backs against the wall, eyes scanning the vast spread of bags and boxes that have yet to be moved into the car:

Bee: How abouuuuuttt... we move the mattress down first. Then we can see how much space is left to fit everything else.

Me (somewhat unenthusiastically): ok.

Andrew: But wait! ... if we move the mattress now, where will we sit to contemplate our next move?

Me(having already thought that over, of course): Oh, there's another mattress under this one.

Andrew: OH, ok then. :)

[Bee shoots self. ... haha not really.]

It ain't easy to say goodbye. (So darling, please don't start to cry.)

cuz girl you know I've got to go.

and lord, I wish it wasn't so.

Tomorrow I'll be gone.

People in the Philipines are helping me fix my laptop.

I finally stopped being so incredibly lazy and called HP to get my laptop fixed. I figured it was about time since it might be nice to have a laptop when school starts in two weeks. (uck)

Mark, the customer service guy, was helping me out and asks: "How's the weather over there?"

I respond politely. "Nice! It's like summer lately... but it's supposed to get cold. How's the weather where you are?"

"I'm offshore."

"offshore?"

"Yes, this is HP Philipines. It's summer here."

"Oh! Wow!!" :D

Unfortunately, he cut me off before I could divulge to him how much I love Manila and show off the three Tagalog words I know: Kamusta mahal kita!

Shut the blood up, Rayman!

I've discovered (or just realized) a new pet peeve and a possible explanation of why i don't like playing video games.

It drives me NUTS when people are playing some stupid game and SCREAMING! -- Chill out , geeze! As if the game itself doesn't already have enough ugly screaming bunnies to give anyone a headache! I hate Ray Man(sp?)!!

I suppose it's my own fault for willingly coming over to Kat's knowing they were going to play wii, but shoot me, i have nothing better to do.

While I wait for my NYLON. (still.) (where are you?!??!)

ROAR

Gossip Girl has been kicked off CTV by ... DEGRASSI!! I mean come on! I know two people who actually watch Degrassi v.s. a million in love with GG! >:( Now you can only watch GG on the CW. AND I DO NOT HAVE DIGITAL CABLE!!!

Gawd.

AND! I hate the smell of celery and it's infiltrating the main floor of my house. barf.

DOUBLE and!-- its the "end of an era". *sigh*

edit: The Hills always puts me in a better mood. *happy sigh* -- at least their drama doesn't make me want to pull my hair out.

Not now, please&thanks.

feeling it
like the nudge of a small wave against the dock,
reluctant to actually overtake its surface-- but gaining confidence.

why do i feel like i'm supposed to ignore it?

Heart over head.

I almost surprise myself at how together I am about 95% of my friends graduating this term while I'm still stuck in school this summer.

Sure, I've complained about having "no friends" this summer. But it was more like "I'll be so bored!" rather than a tragic "this is the end" type of complaining.

Trying to console a more emotional friend tonight made me think though.

Does the end of this chapter signify an end to the close friendships that have developed over the years? Should I be more worried than I am?

In my mind, the end of university didn't mean the end of friendships, but now I feel like maybe I'm missing something. My brain is asking me to be concerned.

I've been told to make new friends-- and I took that to be half-joking, and half-just telling me to find people to hang out with in the same city as me rather than moping about needing to be here while my friends are elsewhere. Not as an indication that my friends are actually leaving me behind with the school and the city.

And entertaining those types of thoughts are silly and unproductive.

Because while my brain is telling me to overreact, my heart knows my friends (at least the ones I truly care for). And they aren't ones who will leave me behind.

(Not saying it's not sad at all. Because change and the unknown is always at least a bit difficult for me.)

(When summer actually comes-- if it sucks, I still reserve the right to mope and write emo blog entries. Thank you and goodnight.)