late nights, bright lights

- Somehow, I found some old Twinnings tea adverts from like, '07, with Stephen Fry and Aldis Hodge and there was some giggling and hand flailing. McLovin didn't see what was such a big deal.

- Catching up on my terrible guilty pleasure show. Not even going to tell you what it is because it's all mine and I'm not sharing the absolute ridiculousness.

- Got my class schedule this morning. I have 9 classes in first semester. That just seems like a lot, right? It's not all bad. Only 17 hours a week and only 1 class on Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays. I have some pretty good weekends too. End at 9:30am on Fridays, start at 1:30pm on Mondays. So that's a half decent three-day-and-a-bit-weekend. Do not like 8am classes 4 days a week though.

- Multigrain cheerios are the frickin' best.

- I think I'm going to make a rec list of my favourite stories featuring my favourite thing to read about: banter. Banter rec list? Heck yes. I think it's a good idea. It will make me happy, at any rate.

- Getting curtains and stethoscope next week!

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god.

I got an apartment.

I GOT AN APARTMENT. I DON'T HAVE TO LIVE IN A BOX OR, EVEN WORSE, IN A ROOM IN SOME ELSE'S HOUSE. I got my very own bachelor apartment in Haileybury. In a building. Yes okay, it's mostly a senior's building. BUT THAT MEANS IT'LL BE QUIET, RIGHT. And I can bring McLovin. And probably even Pepperoni. And it won't be a cardboard box. And I can go to school.

We submitted my application this morning and the guy said we'd hear back probably Tuesday but then he called me today while I was buying avocados at the grocery store and told me I got it. I just need to scrounge up first+last and my key deposit and then sign the lease.

I've never lived on my own before.

I'm excited. And terrified. And sad. BUT EXCITED.

How many times do I have to say 'I'm normal, I swear!' before

a - people start believing me?
b - it becomes true?

I don't even know guys, I don't even know. Life gets so out of hand sometimes.

And now, here's my hormonal whining for a bit.

I want a baby.

I don't want a baby, BUT I WANT TO THINK I WANT A BABY.

I know I'm not ready for any of that junk, but whenever I see a baby or a small child who is mostly behaving (let's be honest, everyone hates a squalling infant), something way maternal in me just wants to smish it's little face and run off into the sunset. I don't even know. I want to blame Heather for 'that thing which will never be spoken about but included a lot of pregnancy talk' for putting babies into my head, or maybe the fact that 6 people I know have had babies in the last 12 months... And absolutely blame Bean for pushing kids on me a bunch in the last few weeks to make it really something that I've been thinking about... Guh.

Anyways, single, unemployed post-secondary drop out who can hardly take care of herself and who genetically should never have kids because whoa, checkered family history, is not anyone who needs a baby right now. I KNOW I KNOW. But it doesn't stop the tugging of my heart strings every time I think about it.

In other news, spent some time at the pet rescue today. Actually, it's not the pet rescue anymore, now it's the dog rescue. The lady who runs it wasn't able to deal with her horrific cat allergy anymore after having 40+ cats at the rescue for what? Some number of years anyways. So they just do dogs now. I think they have two leftover cats (one is nicknamed Dead Cat and reminds me of Buttonhole from Death Comes to Town).

Back to my point of OOH BABY THINGS. We messed around with the dogs a bunch today and it absolutely cemented my recent personal revelation. All my life, I was a cat person (a green cat person, if you want to get technical). Dogs were cool, but cats were best. And then I moved away from home and lived without a cat for a year and half and it was good. Like really good. So then when I got another cat after that time... It just didn't feel the same. It wasn't as great and awesome as I had remembered. I mean, the cat I got was lovely, but she was still practically a kitten and very high energy and it wasn't what I had been used to with my always'n'forever favourite cat Ziggy. ((Well, then came McLovin' and I think I rant enough about him that everyone knows he's Lucifer's real vessel.))

Well I guess one day I started reflecting on all the awesome dogs I'd had/known throughout my life. And I realized I was a dog person (well, a green dog person).

I really rock at getting off topic.

I played with dogs today and it made me realize how comfortable I am with my chosen path in life, as I am entering into a veterinary medicine type program in September. Dogs rule and also drool. Something to that effect.

There. I got it all out.

My hair smells like puppy spit and wind even after I washed it. I AM SO HAPPY, IDEK.

Days 'o' Blog Count: 12/31

Got a tee-shirt in the mail today, my copy of Windows 7 (in French... IDEK?) and 2 notices from Canada Post saying I have packages to pick up (but I never heard a knock). Oh yeah, and my first Independent Learning Centre course... College/Technology Math. *gag*

Adam looked at it and said 'yeahhhhh. I can't help with all of this.' So here I am, four years out of high school, preparing to fail high school math. You know, again.

I applied for some jobs today and have a list of places to hit up tomorrow (after I pick up some packages!). so fingers crossed for some good luck on that and let's all hope I don't cry when I sit down with those math books later this week.


31 Days 'o' Blog Super Special Fun Features
Quote of the Day: I used to think that the brain was the most wonderful organ in my body. Then I realized who was telling me this. [Emo Phillips]

Fact of the Day: Today is the Swedish/Finnish holiday of St. Knut's Day. This guy was a king of Denmark and claimed the English throne too and he said that Christmas should last twenty days (I guess he liked Christmas crackers?). The Roman Catholic Church celebrates this holiday on January 19th.

Pretty Picture of the Day: ( here )

Song of the Day: 'Purpose', Avenue Q Soundtrack. This is going to be my theme song, I guess.

The Final Thought: I am having weird cantaloupe cravings.

My attempt at steampunk has a tapir in it as the main character. This might be excellent, or it might indicate a larger problem with my imagination.

I like to think it's excellent. I shall maybe post more about this if I decide it's fit for consumption by the general (internet) public.

I'm not even going to tel you what I did yesterday because it's unendingly geeky and it sort of consumed the better part of my day.

McLovin' got neutered yesterday and he is still a little goofy today. It's only a quarter-inch incision McLovin', you're going to live. He fell asleep with his face smushed against the bars of the cat carrier door on the way home. TOO CUTE. Which, you know, is really weird because he's not normally any sort of cute.

So based on preliminary research, my choices for the program I want to take are: move to Toronto and go to Humber, move to Montreal and go to Rosemont, or become magically bi-lingual and be able to stay in North Bay and take correspondence from Boreal in Sudbury.

Notice my enthusiasm for any of those options. Further intensive, investigation on my correspondence and licensing outlets will have to commence now.

( goofy survey about names )





( goofy junk about guys )





( less-than-goofy, more like annoying stuff about work )




( a few goofy conversation snippets to end it )





And I think that's all the ridiculous I have for tonight.

Oh, yes, Katie and I are sponsoring a little girl through World Vision. I'm super excited about that. We screamed at the World Vision guy though.. Creeped him a little. But that's what 3 hours of Dead Space does to a person.

It's like I'm wearing a periapt of supreme earthly knowledge or something!

I've kicked the collective butts of three of my four exams so far. Woo!

And I did moderately well on the other one, so I'm not too broken up about it. Here's hoping I do well on the last one.

Guh, need to pay my landlord, but getting to the bank and getting money and then going to the new place seems to be way too difficult. What's so hard about getting on a bus, going to the bank, then handing an obscene amount of cash to a guy with silly hair?

Apparently a lot of things.

MWA HA HA HA!

Him: Dewey Decimal?
Me: Do we ever!

I made my own life today. How hardcore is that?

My RP character has a boyfriend. ^_^ And a tendency to hit on teachers. I'm glad this in no way mirrors life.

I'm tired, a little, but for the most part I am very good today. I haven't felt 'good' for a while now so this is very refreshing. I have approximately two hours to kill before rehearsal. I am considering going down to the cafeteria to see if anyone is hanging out there, but I am half afraid that they might ruin my 'good'.

I think I can attribute the 'good' to a recent influx in 'goodness' in my life in the form of nice conversations, an awesome story I am trying to edit (yes Lia, I am working on it- it's just when you send someone something that bloody long, sometimes it takes more than a few weeks because I am lazy ), and Greg/Nick slash.

I might just go find a chair and curl up and write. I am working on my wtf27 challenge. O how much I am having. Hopefully the first of that series will be available soon. Depends on how my history essay goes tomorrow.

I'm back at school and wearing my hair in pigtails.

I currently am not being able to afford this semester's tuition. Sad face indeed.

But on the plus side, Sam is going to let me play Kingdom Hearts on her shiny PS2. And I am excited.

In conclusion:

Going to be kicked out of school, but I get to play video games!

I am relayed out!

No but seriously, it was fun, besides the searing pain of the pnuemonia in my lungs. Never again will I leave my house. Ever. I like in here.

You know what else is funny? This one random song that survived the Great Purge of me accidentally deleting 3/4 of my music. It's from 'The Last Five Years' and I am amused. I am in the process of gathering up alllllll the music left on my computer and putting it all in one place. I'm not actually 'in the process' in the process though, because I've got stupid civ paper thingy due soon, so I'm in the process (of writing in my journal) of reading the neccessary articles.

Apparently there was drama here last night. DAMMIT. Why do I always miss the drama? I mean, I don't like being involved, but I would like to be a witness. I need to drink more. Drunk people get all the drama.

I fucking love muffins. Everyone should eat more of them.

Shall post again when I hear more of this drama. I bet it's been blown out of proportion. It usually is.

[Drama makes my novel funner! Thou shalt have confliict on every page! When in doubt, two guys burst through the door with machetes/guns/lazerz/broadswords/trebuchets!]

11 more days until November! 22 more days until Moe and Michelle come up to visit!