I may have been putting off updating this thing for a few days... I kept thinking I should, but then I couldn't work out what to actually write, so it just didn't happen.
But I'm going to Montreal in a few hours to see my mother and sister :D I'm actually really excited. Webcam just isn't the same - particularly when it keeps breaking up and not cooperating. I think I'm pretty much ready to go. I've emptied the fridge of any perishables, packed my bag and dropped off the (single) fish with the neighbour. I even saw the bus I need to get go past when I was getting some more toothpaste, so I actually know which schedule it's following today. It's a better time than I thought. From what I could work out, the schedule I thought it would be following had all the buses getting to the depot just before the hour. All the coaches to Montreal leave on the hour.
Thankfully there are a couple I can get that arrive around half-past, so I'll have plenty of time when I get there to organise my ticket etc. Plus I have a little bit of freedom about whether I get the 12.13 or the 1.13. Either works.
I think my mother and sister are in the air right now. I think we annoyed my sister by sending about 36 comments (according to the count on facebook, anyway). I don't think there are too many from after she switched off though.
I baked my sister some gluten free cupcakes yesterday. I think there was something wrong with one of the ingredients, because the batter smelled a bit strange; but they taste fine and the one I had yesterday didn't kill me. I'm guessing they're probably safe. I wonder if that's why my hand was spasming this morning... It's fine now, but I have issues with that hand anyway, and I was using it to beat the ingredients together. Who knows; I'm fine now.
My first Christmas on my own was ok. I wasn't lonely or depressed, and it was kind of nice having a quiet day. I didn't open my present until I was showered and dressed and everything, so it was after 12 before I actually opened it. I could have done it earlier, I suppose; but it's kind of tradition not to open until everyone has finished getting up properly. We used to have to wait until Daddy had finished sorting whatever part of dinner it was that needed doing, as well. I don't actually know what he did in the kitchen the whole time, but I guess it was important...
I quite like living on my own. I always thought I'd be a bit weirded out by the empty house, but Iactually like it. I think it's an improvement on living with people you don't get on with or who don't have the same levels of mess-tolerance.
I passed my first semester it BU. I rather like this way of doing things; where first semester ends before Christmas hols. I don't need to feel like I should be doing something more productive with my time.
I should probably get the washing up done before I head off. I think I might go for the 1.13 bus, because then I'll have time to eat lunch and do a last tidy before I get going. It's only 11am at the moment, but I'm not hungry enough to eat yet - even if I have been awake since about 6.30. I'll finish the coffee before I wash up though.
I can't believe it's been nearly four months since I've seen my mother and sister. Admittedly last year I went six months without seeing my sister, but it's still strange. I can't wait!
Tuesday 28 December 2010
Thursday 9 December 2010
Snowed under
It appears I've been getting a bit behind on updating this thing recently... I started out with good intentions, but it's the end of the semester and everything has been catching up with me. I've had all of my essays back now, and I passed all of them. Even if I only got a C+ from Canadian Short Stories. The prof is the uni's harshest marker and I'd already melted my brain before I made it to writing hers, and none of the questions were at all inspiring. I consider it a success all round.
Classes finished on Wednesday last week, so those are all over with, and I'm two thirds of the way through my finals already. The prof brought her puppy to the last class (he's called Marlowe, after the writer - only an English buff...) and he spent the entire time running around distracting people. Then he pee'd on a girl's bag... Admittedly he gave fair warning and barked a couple of times, but apparently he'd already gone six times on the way to class, so she can probably be forgiven for not predicting exactly what it was he wanted. None of us knew what was happening, she was in the middle of a sentence when she pretty much screamed. It was pretty funny, although I don't think the owner of the bag appreciated it much...
Marlowe was also having his operation the next day, and she had to cancel her office hours yesterday because he busted his stitches chasing snowflakes. Poor thing. He's fine, though.
I've had two of my finals already, which is a good thing. I hate exams. They've both gone well though, so I'm just trying to study for my Short Stories exam on Friday afternoon. That one may well kill me. I would be studying right now, only I remembered at lunch that the final version of my play is due tomorrow.This is a break from working on that. I have until 4pm tomorrow to get it in, so there's plenty of time. Then it's back to the short stories. I should be finished by 5pm Friday at the latest though, and I invariably finish exams early.
A couple of us are planning on going to the mall on Saturday, because there's Christmas shopping and End-of-Semester celebrations that need to happen. My floormate is flying back to BC next week, so they've been checking up on the forecast in the hopes that the snow won't be bad enough that their flight is cancelled. This is Canada, though. They know how to cope with snow - unlike England, which appears to be suffering at the moment.
I have started pretty much living in my epically toasty boots. They're wonderful. I'm so glad I got them when I did, because otherwise I'd have had cold ankles for the last couple of days. I even wore my coat for the first time this evening. It's lovely and warm, so I won't go freezing to death in the Canadian winter. I need a better toque, though - my ears keep getting cold.
I have somewhere to live over Xmas! We spent the afternoon there decorating cookies, which was a lot of fun, and she's said I can stay there over the holiday. She's not even charging me rent, which is a big plus on the other option of booking a room in a hotel, the cheapest of which worked out at about £60-something a night. Plus I'd have had to pay for food for every meal. I think this is the better option, and I actually get to cook! It's surprising how much I've missed that.
I haven't dyed my hair yet. What with one thing and another we just haven't had time, but we might be doing it on Friday evening after we've finished our finals. If not then I'll get it done over Xmas hols. The roots really are quite bad, and I can actually see what colour my hair should be. It needs dying.
I should really be getting back to work, but I'm struggling to work out what exactly the play needs. I'll work it out. Think I'll have another look and then call it quits for the night. My neck is hurting from sitting hunched at the computer for too long.
Classes finished on Wednesday last week, so those are all over with, and I'm two thirds of the way through my finals already. The prof brought her puppy to the last class (he's called Marlowe, after the writer - only an English buff...) and he spent the entire time running around distracting people. Then he pee'd on a girl's bag... Admittedly he gave fair warning and barked a couple of times, but apparently he'd already gone six times on the way to class, so she can probably be forgiven for not predicting exactly what it was he wanted. None of us knew what was happening, she was in the middle of a sentence when she pretty much screamed. It was pretty funny, although I don't think the owner of the bag appreciated it much...
Marlowe was also having his operation the next day, and she had to cancel her office hours yesterday because he busted his stitches chasing snowflakes. Poor thing. He's fine, though.
I've had two of my finals already, which is a good thing. I hate exams. They've both gone well though, so I'm just trying to study for my Short Stories exam on Friday afternoon. That one may well kill me. I would be studying right now, only I remembered at lunch that the final version of my play is due tomorrow.This is a break from working on that. I have until 4pm tomorrow to get it in, so there's plenty of time. Then it's back to the short stories. I should be finished by 5pm Friday at the latest though, and I invariably finish exams early.
A couple of us are planning on going to the mall on Saturday, because there's Christmas shopping and End-of-Semester celebrations that need to happen. My floormate is flying back to BC next week, so they've been checking up on the forecast in the hopes that the snow won't be bad enough that their flight is cancelled. This is Canada, though. They know how to cope with snow - unlike England, which appears to be suffering at the moment.
I have started pretty much living in my epically toasty boots. They're wonderful. I'm so glad I got them when I did, because otherwise I'd have had cold ankles for the last couple of days. I even wore my coat for the first time this evening. It's lovely and warm, so I won't go freezing to death in the Canadian winter. I need a better toque, though - my ears keep getting cold.
I have somewhere to live over Xmas! We spent the afternoon there decorating cookies, which was a lot of fun, and she's said I can stay there over the holiday. She's not even charging me rent, which is a big plus on the other option of booking a room in a hotel, the cheapest of which worked out at about £60-something a night. Plus I'd have had to pay for food for every meal. I think this is the better option, and I actually get to cook! It's surprising how much I've missed that.
I haven't dyed my hair yet. What with one thing and another we just haven't had time, but we might be doing it on Friday evening after we've finished our finals. If not then I'll get it done over Xmas hols. The roots really are quite bad, and I can actually see what colour my hair should be. It needs dying.
I should really be getting back to work, but I'm struggling to work out what exactly the play needs. I'll work it out. Think I'll have another look and then call it quits for the night. My neck is hurting from sitting hunched at the computer for too long.
Saturday 27 November 2010
Il neige! Il neige!
It's SNOWING!
Admittedly it's been claiming it would for the past two weeks, but now it's genuinely snowing and actually settling. The world is turning white and it's rather wonderful.
I hadn't realised quite how long it's been since I updated this (ten days? I lost count...) but I spent the last week melting my brain writing essays. I got them all done and handed in on time (one of them was even early! I don't think I've ever handed an essay in early...) and I got one of them back already! B+ (pretty good, considering I wrote it in about two and a half hours).
Managed to slip on the ice and land on my arse in a puddle yesterday morning, which is always fun. Had to walk all the way back to rez with soaked jeans. Thank god for the radiator!
My room is pretty dim at the moment. The bulb is wearing out and we can't find the RA to get a new one. I'm sure he's around somewhere, but this is a uni and it's Saturday. It's quite possible he's still asleep. I'll hopefully get that sorted today, anyway.
Think I'm getting somewhere with where I'm staying for Xmas. Planning on subletting a friend of a friend's place for a couple of weeks, and then off I go to Montreal to meet up with ma mere et ma soeur!
I have some hairdye now, and we're planning on doing my hair sometime this weekend - my roots look terrible! There really weren't that many decent reds to choose from. They all seem pretty dull and bland, but whatever; I have a colour and soon the blonde will be gone once more. I also got some boots while we were at the mall. They have fluff on them. And good grips etc... They're both pretty and practical, and ever so toasty warm for my toesies.
I keep running out of things to say, so i'm going to go and try to read the Bacchae for classics on Tuesday.
Admittedly it's been claiming it would for the past two weeks, but now it's genuinely snowing and actually settling. The world is turning white and it's rather wonderful.
I hadn't realised quite how long it's been since I updated this (ten days? I lost count...) but I spent the last week melting my brain writing essays. I got them all done and handed in on time (one of them was even early! I don't think I've ever handed an essay in early...) and I got one of them back already! B+ (pretty good, considering I wrote it in about two and a half hours).
Managed to slip on the ice and land on my arse in a puddle yesterday morning, which is always fun. Had to walk all the way back to rez with soaked jeans. Thank god for the radiator!
My room is pretty dim at the moment. The bulb is wearing out and we can't find the RA to get a new one. I'm sure he's around somewhere, but this is a uni and it's Saturday. It's quite possible he's still asleep. I'll hopefully get that sorted today, anyway.
Think I'm getting somewhere with where I'm staying for Xmas. Planning on subletting a friend of a friend's place for a couple of weeks, and then off I go to Montreal to meet up with ma mere et ma soeur!
I have some hairdye now, and we're planning on doing my hair sometime this weekend - my roots look terrible! There really weren't that many decent reds to choose from. They all seem pretty dull and bland, but whatever; I have a colour and soon the blonde will be gone once more. I also got some boots while we were at the mall. They have fluff on them. And good grips etc... They're both pretty and practical, and ever so toasty warm for my toesies.
I keep running out of things to say, so i'm going to go and try to read the Bacchae for classics on Tuesday.
Tuesday 16 November 2010
That was unbelievably painful
I just had my Classics final.
Oh. My. God.
That was the most painful exam I have ever had to do. I thought I'd learned quite a bit in that class, but the questions he'd given to us were terrible. They could have been answered in less than a paragraph. Which is all well and good, only an essay is significantly more than a paragraph. My first answer was two pages. Just. I was struggling to get that much down. The second one was a page. One page! I have never written an answer that short, but I wrote everything I could think of that was relevant, and I was struggling to get that much down. In the end I just got up and left.
I hope I haven't failed.
Anyway.
I didn't actually eat lunch today, and I've skipped two of my classes (too busy revising for that damned exam) so I'm kind of hungry, but it suddenly hit me that I hadn't updated this in forever, so here I am now. I'll go eat when I'm finished. I hope there's something good tonight, week one menu tends to be pretty well rubbish.
Went into Lennoxvegas for lunch on Saturday, given that it was brunch and breakfast had been terrible, and we found a little cafe that was fairly dead. It was literally the two of us, the owner and his friend (who is clearly always in there). It was nice though, small menu, nice decor and opera playing (we think it was Italian, it did get discussed). We had a rather nice half hour or so just sitting in there talking with them and eating bagels with (real!) cream cheese. It was a great change from Dewies, and they clearly don't get students in there very often.
I haven't done much of anything, recently. I got my first essay of the month in, my second essay got rescheduled for the same day as my third essay, so I now have three essays in the same week and two on the same day, which I'm really not looking forward to.
I need to dye my hair again - the roots are getting fairly bad again. I don't know how I'm going to accomplish it though, given that I'm in halls with no detachable showerheads, but I suppose I'll work out a way. Or get the hairdye and go to a hairdressers and get them to do it for me. Lazy option, but I don't know. I'm half considering shaving my head, but I think I'd probably regret it if I did, and anyway; I don't think I want to be blonde again, which I would be if I shaved it all off... It's just annoying me and I'm bored of it.
I think I might get another piercing if I can find somewhere nearby that does them. I think a friend of a friend lives in Sherbrooke and will know of somewhere.
Is all this a sign that I'm unbelievably bored and restless at the moment? I think I might take the weekend and go to the mall or something - I need to escape for a while.
Oh. My. God.
That was the most painful exam I have ever had to do. I thought I'd learned quite a bit in that class, but the questions he'd given to us were terrible. They could have been answered in less than a paragraph. Which is all well and good, only an essay is significantly more than a paragraph. My first answer was two pages. Just. I was struggling to get that much down. The second one was a page. One page! I have never written an answer that short, but I wrote everything I could think of that was relevant, and I was struggling to get that much down. In the end I just got up and left.
I hope I haven't failed.
Anyway.
I didn't actually eat lunch today, and I've skipped two of my classes (too busy revising for that damned exam) so I'm kind of hungry, but it suddenly hit me that I hadn't updated this in forever, so here I am now. I'll go eat when I'm finished. I hope there's something good tonight, week one menu tends to be pretty well rubbish.
Went into Lennoxvegas for lunch on Saturday, given that it was brunch and breakfast had been terrible, and we found a little cafe that was fairly dead. It was literally the two of us, the owner and his friend (who is clearly always in there). It was nice though, small menu, nice decor and opera playing (we think it was Italian, it did get discussed). We had a rather nice half hour or so just sitting in there talking with them and eating bagels with (real!) cream cheese. It was a great change from Dewies, and they clearly don't get students in there very often.
I haven't done much of anything, recently. I got my first essay of the month in, my second essay got rescheduled for the same day as my third essay, so I now have three essays in the same week and two on the same day, which I'm really not looking forward to.
I need to dye my hair again - the roots are getting fairly bad again. I don't know how I'm going to accomplish it though, given that I'm in halls with no detachable showerheads, but I suppose I'll work out a way. Or get the hairdye and go to a hairdressers and get them to do it for me. Lazy option, but I don't know. I'm half considering shaving my head, but I think I'd probably regret it if I did, and anyway; I don't think I want to be blonde again, which I would be if I shaved it all off... It's just annoying me and I'm bored of it.
I think I might get another piercing if I can find somewhere nearby that does them. I think a friend of a friend lives in Sherbrooke and will know of somewhere.
Is all this a sign that I'm unbelievably bored and restless at the moment? I think I might take the weekend and go to the mall or something - I need to escape for a while.
Friday 5 November 2010
This is the month of essays
I have four essays due this month. I dislike this. I made a start on the first one earlier and got halfway through the introduction before realising that while I know what I want to talk about in a general sense, I haven't actually worked out what my thesis is and what I actually want my arguments to conclude. I've emailed my prof though, so hopefully she'll get back to me with some ideas.
This is why I start essays late; because I generally get halfway through my arguments before I realise what I'm actually arguing and can write my thesis statement.
I also have a headache, which isn't helping much. We're sitting in Dewie's drinking coffee and munching, which is more interesting than my room, but I don't have my (epically huge) text book with me to look at the sections I want to talk about. I've made a start at least...
The snow is now gone. It didn't stick around for very long and it's warmed up a little bit (it's not quite so bitterly freezing right now, although it is raining). My little forecast gadget is predicting flurries on Sunday, so we'll see what happens. I want more coffee...
Mmmm. Coffee is good. I think it might actually be helping with the headache... Admittedly the first mug didn't do anything.
I'm so not getting anything done, but there's coffee and company and therefore the situation is a win.
This is why I start essays late; because I generally get halfway through my arguments before I realise what I'm actually arguing and can write my thesis statement.
I also have a headache, which isn't helping much. We're sitting in Dewie's drinking coffee and munching, which is more interesting than my room, but I don't have my (epically huge) text book with me to look at the sections I want to talk about. I've made a start at least...
The snow is now gone. It didn't stick around for very long and it's warmed up a little bit (it's not quite so bitterly freezing right now, although it is raining). My little forecast gadget is predicting flurries on Sunday, so we'll see what happens. I want more coffee...
Mmmm. Coffee is good. I think it might actually be helping with the headache... Admittedly the first mug didn't do anything.
I'm so not getting anything done, but there's coffee and company and therefore the situation is a win.
Sunday 31 October 2010
Happy Halloweekend!
I hadn't realised it had been ten days since my last update, so I figure I'm probably overdue.
I have finished my midterms, and just had a panic attack thinking the next essay was due in four days. It isn't. It's not due until Nov 23rd. This is very good news. I did wonder why nobody had mentioned it at all, but now I can be calm and not have to stress about it. To be honest I would be perfectly capable of doing it, but I don't really want that sprung on me that suddenly. The only reason I got thrown was because she was away for a couple of classes and the schedule got shifted. The original syllabus said the 4th, but the sheet she gave us a couple of classes ago says it's the 23rd. Stupid schedule changes scaring me...
Panic over. Breathe.
I do have two essays due that week though, so I'm guessing I'll need to be a little further ahead of schedule than usual. That's perfectly fine. It's far enough away that I don't need to get worked up about it.
We had the first proper snow last night. There's only an inch or so on the ground, but it settled, and that's the main thing. It's not even November yet! Admittedly it gets significantly colder here than it does back home, so it's perfectly reasonable for it to be snowing at the end of October. It's 0 degrees at the moment, but it was about -1 overnight. It's not actually feeling too cold out there, but the wind has dropped from the past couple of days.
Tonight is the final night of the BU Halloweekend. Last night was pretty noisy, but hopefully it will be quieter today. I won't be doing anything even if people are out celebrating again. I'd rather stay inside where it's warm and reasonably quiet.
We watched Jaws on Friday for Film Adaptation class. It's hilarious. It's not in any way scary. It's actually probably the best film we've studied in that class so far. The rest have all been pretty bad (even if they are apparently classics). I think this is the last one we're studying, though, so at least we're doing one good film. I can't believe I've never seen it before.
I think I'll stop writing this and warm up a bit.
I have finished my midterms, and just had a panic attack thinking the next essay was due in four days. It isn't. It's not due until Nov 23rd. This is very good news. I did wonder why nobody had mentioned it at all, but now I can be calm and not have to stress about it. To be honest I would be perfectly capable of doing it, but I don't really want that sprung on me that suddenly. The only reason I got thrown was because she was away for a couple of classes and the schedule got shifted. The original syllabus said the 4th, but the sheet she gave us a couple of classes ago says it's the 23rd. Stupid schedule changes scaring me...
Panic over. Breathe.
I do have two essays due that week though, so I'm guessing I'll need to be a little further ahead of schedule than usual. That's perfectly fine. It's far enough away that I don't need to get worked up about it.
We had the first proper snow last night. There's only an inch or so on the ground, but it settled, and that's the main thing. It's not even November yet! Admittedly it gets significantly colder here than it does back home, so it's perfectly reasonable for it to be snowing at the end of October. It's 0 degrees at the moment, but it was about -1 overnight. It's not actually feeling too cold out there, but the wind has dropped from the past couple of days.
Tonight is the final night of the BU Halloweekend. Last night was pretty noisy, but hopefully it will be quieter today. I won't be doing anything even if people are out celebrating again. I'd rather stay inside where it's warm and reasonably quiet.
We watched Jaws on Friday for Film Adaptation class. It's hilarious. It's not in any way scary. It's actually probably the best film we've studied in that class so far. The rest have all been pretty bad (even if they are apparently classics). I think this is the last one we're studying, though, so at least we're doing one good film. I can't believe I've never seen it before.
I think I'll stop writing this and warm up a bit.
Thursday 21 October 2010
I should be taking notes right now
I may be sitting in class playing with the internet...
I am also half paying attention to the prof, but he's not telling us anything new (not just because he's talking Greek myth). This class is only interesting because we're studying mythology. Without that I think I'd be even more bored out of my mind than I already am. He's moved on from the Iliad to Hesiod, which is more about the birth of the gods and stuff, as opposed to Homer which is all about Achilles' anger and the interference of the gods in mortal lives - see? I have learnt something while messing around online!
I'm also really hungry. I've been in class for nearly four hours and I didn't eat that much for lunch. Going to the Lion for steak tonight though! I can't wait. I am getting some serious steak craving right now. Plus it's not Dewie's so it's pretty much guaranteed to be amazing.
Don't think anything particularly exciting has happened this week. I had a midterm in Playwriting. I think I've failed. I did so badly on that thing. I did pretty well on my Canadian Short Story module though, I got a B, which considering she's the toughest marker in the uni, that's pretty damned impressive. I'm rather pleased with myself. Totally failed that midterm though.
Still waiting on the results for the Intro to Lit midterm. I don't think I did too badly, but I'm going slightly crazy what with all the people panicking and feeling the need to rehash everything again and again. It's done and gone. Is there really any point going over it all the time? It's not like we can do anything about it...
That class was pretty good, the other day. We spent half of class watching trailers for different films based on Arthur (Arthuriana, apparently). It was vaguely academic in that we were looking at how the myth is portrayed depending on the social concerns of the time... It was a valid way to spend the lesson, honest.
How did the prof get onto the Big Bang Theory? I think I missed something. Oh right, he's talking about Hesiod explaining 'the beginning'. Well, he says that in the beginning was Chaos. I love that he doesn't need to explain these things. They just are. Don't you love the Greeks? Chaos meaning 'void' rather than, you know, chaos...
I can totally multitask...
I think he's going off on another tangent. Something about voids and yawning.
The Earth is female! See? We didn't just come about because Prometheus stole fire from the gods! We were here first. The Earth came along into Chaos, and then came Eros (love - as in sexual. Nothing romantic about this stuff). The Earth is called 'Ge' (as in Gaia). Eros is male.
Erebus and Night gave birth to day... I think I got lost. It's pretty hard to follow when he starts reading. I think it would make more sense if I read it myself.
Some parthenogenesis (literally 'virgin-birth') - the Earth gave birth to the ocean with no male input. All of these things are anthropomorphic, because they're the Earth and the Heavens 'laying together' - this is primordial incest.
I really don't know what's going on now... I was paying attention and everything. Kronos cut off his father's balls, because Uranus didn't like his children and buried them in the Earth. The balls got thrown into the sea and grew into Aphrodite. This makes basically no sense, but I love it anyway.
I think I'll stop writing this; class is nearly over. Food!
I am also half paying attention to the prof, but he's not telling us anything new (not just because he's talking Greek myth). This class is only interesting because we're studying mythology. Without that I think I'd be even more bored out of my mind than I already am. He's moved on from the Iliad to Hesiod, which is more about the birth of the gods and stuff, as opposed to Homer which is all about Achilles' anger and the interference of the gods in mortal lives - see? I have learnt something while messing around online!
I'm also really hungry. I've been in class for nearly four hours and I didn't eat that much for lunch. Going to the Lion for steak tonight though! I can't wait. I am getting some serious steak craving right now. Plus it's not Dewie's so it's pretty much guaranteed to be amazing.
Don't think anything particularly exciting has happened this week. I had a midterm in Playwriting. I think I've failed. I did so badly on that thing. I did pretty well on my Canadian Short Story module though, I got a B, which considering she's the toughest marker in the uni, that's pretty damned impressive. I'm rather pleased with myself. Totally failed that midterm though.
Still waiting on the results for the Intro to Lit midterm. I don't think I did too badly, but I'm going slightly crazy what with all the people panicking and feeling the need to rehash everything again and again. It's done and gone. Is there really any point going over it all the time? It's not like we can do anything about it...
That class was pretty good, the other day. We spent half of class watching trailers for different films based on Arthur (Arthuriana, apparently). It was vaguely academic in that we were looking at how the myth is portrayed depending on the social concerns of the time... It was a valid way to spend the lesson, honest.
How did the prof get onto the Big Bang Theory? I think I missed something. Oh right, he's talking about Hesiod explaining 'the beginning'. Well, he says that in the beginning was Chaos. I love that he doesn't need to explain these things. They just are. Don't you love the Greeks? Chaos meaning 'void' rather than, you know, chaos...
I can totally multitask...
I think he's going off on another tangent. Something about voids and yawning.
The Earth is female! See? We didn't just come about because Prometheus stole fire from the gods! We were here first. The Earth came along into Chaos, and then came Eros (love - as in sexual. Nothing romantic about this stuff). The Earth is called 'Ge' (as in Gaia). Eros is male.
Erebus and Night gave birth to day... I think I got lost. It's pretty hard to follow when he starts reading. I think it would make more sense if I read it myself.
Some parthenogenesis (literally 'virgin-birth') - the Earth gave birth to the ocean with no male input. All of these things are anthropomorphic, because they're the Earth and the Heavens 'laying together' - this is primordial incest.
I really don't know what's going on now... I was paying attention and everything. Kronos cut off his father's balls, because Uranus didn't like his children and buried them in the Earth. The balls got thrown into the sea and grew into Aphrodite. This makes basically no sense, but I love it anyway.
I think I'll stop writing this; class is nearly over. Food!
Saturday 16 October 2010
Leaving Lennoxvegas
I finally managed to go on the shopping trip we've been planning for the last month. We had decided to go the weekend it flooded, so that didn't end up happening, what with the road being closed and all. Then the weekend after was Thanksgiving so basically everybody had gone home. We all had a free day and no other plans, so we went yesterday and had an epic day of retail therapy. I finally have a winter coat! It wasn't the most expensive anyway, but there was also 40% off, which is just a bonus, really. I also managed to get some new trainers to replace my old ones that are worn out and got drowned in the flood. I don't know how much they were supposed to be, but the label on the shelf said $80. When I paid for them and some hairbands that were $6, the total only came to about $51 something, so maybe they were half price as well? I'm so not complaining.
I bought a Canadian phone too, so I can actually communicate with people here now! It's so much easier than relying on the internet, what with people not being online etc... I don't think the bus trip to the mall is one I particularly want a repeat of. It takes about 40 minutes to get there and about half an hour back, but it kept making me feel ill. I'm not sure why though.
No plans for today yet, but there isn't really much to do outside of class work. I'm sure I'll come up with something - spend the day in Dewie's or something.
The amalgamated 'Kailee' bought a couple of fish as well (aptly named Jean-Luc Bacardi and Axel Jagermeister) and spent the entire bus ride back trying to work out the names. It seems only right that the fish of Bishop's students should be named after alcohol, really.
I finally got to try real Poutine, yesterday. It's just not the same making your own in Dewie's.
I'm so glad I finally managed to get shopping though, I've had a list of things I needed for a while, but this was the first chance I've had to actually get it all. I even got a haircut, because my fringe was driving me crazy and it really did need doing. How I've missed shopping! I've been going slowly crazy since I got here, though I think part of that might be because I've barely left campus - there's pretty much nothing else to do around here...)
I had my first midterm on Wednesday; it was pretty easy, although my hand isn't any better at coping with a lot of writing than it used to be. I keep having to stop and stretch my fingers to try and stop it hurting. I got the test finished though, and hopefully I didn't do too badly on it.
I just got back from breakfast and now I have no idea what else I was going to write...
I bought a Canadian phone too, so I can actually communicate with people here now! It's so much easier than relying on the internet, what with people not being online etc... I don't think the bus trip to the mall is one I particularly want a repeat of. It takes about 40 minutes to get there and about half an hour back, but it kept making me feel ill. I'm not sure why though.
No plans for today yet, but there isn't really much to do outside of class work. I'm sure I'll come up with something - spend the day in Dewie's or something.
The amalgamated 'Kailee' bought a couple of fish as well (aptly named Jean-Luc Bacardi and Axel Jagermeister) and spent the entire bus ride back trying to work out the names. It seems only right that the fish of Bishop's students should be named after alcohol, really.
I finally got to try real Poutine, yesterday. It's just not the same making your own in Dewie's.
I'm so glad I finally managed to get shopping though, I've had a list of things I needed for a while, but this was the first chance I've had to actually get it all. I even got a haircut, because my fringe was driving me crazy and it really did need doing. How I've missed shopping! I've been going slowly crazy since I got here, though I think part of that might be because I've barely left campus - there's pretty much nothing else to do around here...)
I had my first midterm on Wednesday; it was pretty easy, although my hand isn't any better at coping with a lot of writing than it used to be. I keep having to stop and stretch my fingers to try and stop it hurting. I got the test finished though, and hopefully I didn't do too badly on it.
I just got back from breakfast and now I have no idea what else I was going to write...
Tuesday 12 October 2010
Turkey, Turkey
This week has been less exciting than last week. We have had no crazy weather, or random acts of imaginary omnipotent beings. Life has been significantly more boring.
On the plus side, we had turkey. My first Thanksgiving was pretty epic, all things considered. A couple of the girls I have classes with were hosting a Thanksgiving meal and inviting pretty much anyone who was around and wanted free food. It was a lot of fun. We had real cheese (oh how I've missed it) and crackers, and an epic turkey dinner. We sat around drinking and talking, and we watched some episodes of Charlie Brown (particularly the Thanksgiving episode, as intended). We did have the scary and depressing episode aptly named 'Why, Charlie Brown, Why?' in which a random character with too much hair got cancer. We were terrified. What had become of lighthearted cartoons??
It's ok; she got better, And her hair grew back miraculously quickly. All is right with the world.
The wonders of youtube meant we ended up watching some random videos and sang some disney songs, because we'd passed the mellow part of the night at about 8pm and had become slightly insane.
I'm glad I got to do something fun for my first ever Thanksgiving. It sure beat sitting in my room alone and eating at Dewie's...
Other than the epic Thanksgiving, I have little else to talk about this week. I just felt I needed a new entry seeing as it had been a week since I updated this thing. People have started returning to campus now, so I actually have people to talk to again. I'm going to miss the quiet that was a near-empty rez, though.
Film or sleep? Film or sleep? Film or sleep?
On the plus side, we had turkey. My first Thanksgiving was pretty epic, all things considered. A couple of the girls I have classes with were hosting a Thanksgiving meal and inviting pretty much anyone who was around and wanted free food. It was a lot of fun. We had real cheese (oh how I've missed it) and crackers, and an epic turkey dinner. We sat around drinking and talking, and we watched some episodes of Charlie Brown (particularly the Thanksgiving episode, as intended). We did have the scary and depressing episode aptly named 'Why, Charlie Brown, Why?' in which a random character with too much hair got cancer. We were terrified. What had become of lighthearted cartoons??
It's ok; she got better, And her hair grew back miraculously quickly. All is right with the world.
The wonders of youtube meant we ended up watching some random videos and sang some disney songs, because we'd passed the mellow part of the night at about 8pm and had become slightly insane.
I'm glad I got to do something fun for my first ever Thanksgiving. It sure beat sitting in my room alone and eating at Dewie's...
Other than the epic Thanksgiving, I have little else to talk about this week. I just felt I needed a new entry seeing as it had been a week since I updated this thing. People have started returning to campus now, so I actually have people to talk to again. I'm going to miss the quiet that was a near-empty rez, though.
Film or sleep? Film or sleep? Film or sleep?
Monday 4 October 2010
All the ducks are swimming in the water...
So the title isn't that accurate. There aren't any ducks around that I've seen, but there were plenty of seagulls...
Lennxville flooded on Friday. Everyone went crazy; people went swimming on the football field. I walked through it. And back. For no reason. Walking through water up to your hips is not a sensible thing to do, particularly while wearing shoes. I wasn't even going to walk through it, but then a massive truck went through and the wake soaked my shoes and half my jeans. I figured since they were already soaked it wouldn't hurt to make it worse. I think the weirdest part was tipping my shoes and having water pour out, and then having to wring the damned things out. It didn't help much: they were still sloshing as we walked back to campus, and I'm just glad we have dryers that actually dry things. Apparently it floods every couple of years though, and the uni even has an evacuation program in case they have to. I think they did it in 2005, but they were only a couple of feet from doing it this year too.
It was a lot of fun though, and I actually go the new camera out and took pictures. I have more from Saturday as well, but Facebook is having issues and not letting me upload them at all. I guess I'll try again later and see if it does anything. At least it's stopped raining, right? Even if it has suddenly gotten really cold. Autumn is fully setting in and all the trees are turning, so they look all pretty and colourful. It's really cold though, and it's going to be at least a couple of weeks before I get to the mall. It's Thanksgiving this weekend, so pretty much everyone is going home and I'll be one of the few people left on campus. I don't mind so much.
My first assignment is due on Tuesday. Considering how long I put it off for, it only took me about an hour and a half to write the whole thing. We had a working brunch today and went over each other's essays to make them better. It's about 300 words over the word count, but she said 700 words or three pages, and it's three pages. She didn't give us a max limit though, so I guess it's ok. No idea how I'll do on it, but whatever. This one isn't worth that much.
I might just make this a short entry, I'm sitting in Dewie's and my fingers are going numb. Might go curl up in bed where it's warm for a bit before lunch and classes.
Lennxville flooded on Friday. Everyone went crazy; people went swimming on the football field. I walked through it. And back. For no reason. Walking through water up to your hips is not a sensible thing to do, particularly while wearing shoes. I wasn't even going to walk through it, but then a massive truck went through and the wake soaked my shoes and half my jeans. I figured since they were already soaked it wouldn't hurt to make it worse. I think the weirdest part was tipping my shoes and having water pour out, and then having to wring the damned things out. It didn't help much: they were still sloshing as we walked back to campus, and I'm just glad we have dryers that actually dry things. Apparently it floods every couple of years though, and the uni even has an evacuation program in case they have to. I think they did it in 2005, but they were only a couple of feet from doing it this year too.
It was a lot of fun though, and I actually go the new camera out and took pictures. I have more from Saturday as well, but Facebook is having issues and not letting me upload them at all. I guess I'll try again later and see if it does anything. At least it's stopped raining, right? Even if it has suddenly gotten really cold. Autumn is fully setting in and all the trees are turning, so they look all pretty and colourful. It's really cold though, and it's going to be at least a couple of weeks before I get to the mall. It's Thanksgiving this weekend, so pretty much everyone is going home and I'll be one of the few people left on campus. I don't mind so much.
My first assignment is due on Tuesday. Considering how long I put it off for, it only took me about an hour and a half to write the whole thing. We had a working brunch today and went over each other's essays to make them better. It's about 300 words over the word count, but she said 700 words or three pages, and it's three pages. She didn't give us a max limit though, so I guess it's ok. No idea how I'll do on it, but whatever. This one isn't worth that much.
I might just make this a short entry, I'm sitting in Dewie's and my fingers are going numb. Might go curl up in bed where it's warm for a bit before lunch and classes.
Wednesday 29 September 2010
The changing of the seasons
I'm sure there's a reason why the trains have to blow their horns as many times as they do, but it's pretty annoying. Particularly late at night. They keep doing it for ages, as well. Would it not make more sense to have barriers on the crossings and not need to announce their presence quite so loudly?
Anyway. One just went past, and it has now stopped bugging me.
I finally tidied my room! The floor beneath the window is now clear of clothes and stuff, and if I ever get round to sorting out the clutter on my desk, the room will look pretty neat. I think I might have to pick up a dust pan and brush at some point though, there's no carpet so the floor is covered in little bits of dust and grit and stuff. I imagine the floor is going to be pretty cold come winter, especially since a few people have mentioned how cold this rez gets in winter anyway. I don't know how cold it's actually going to be, but there's been mention of -40 C which is more than cold enough. Hopefully we'll be going to the mall at the end of the week so I can get some proper winter stuff. I don't think a hoodie and gloves will be enough, somehow...
Saturday was a lot of fun; we ended up spending 5 hours on Dewie's and then watched films in my room. We ended up watching two, and then going back to Dewie's for a snack because we were hungry again. Then we nearly finished the fourth film before the RA was giving out free pizza (at 2am. I love uni) It was a lot of fun just sitting around talking and watching films and stuff. Then on Sunday they were showing cartoons on the big screen in Dewie's when we were in there for lunch. They're much more interesting than news!
It's the strange thing about the news here; they have a bar going along the bottom of the screen showing headlines, but you never actually find anything else out about the stories... There was one a few days ago about a baby having been found in an airport. I have no idea if the baby was ok, or whether anyone had found out who the baby belonged to. It just said a baby had been found. Not exactly informative.
It's starting to look like autumn outside now. There are leaves and fir needles falling all the time, and behind one of the sports fields there's this mass of trees that are just starting to turn. They're going to look amazing soon; I can't wait. The weather's been a bit strange the past few days. It's been raining on and off, but yesterday was so humid and stuffy, it was actually horrible being sat in class. It didn't help that I'd barely slept and kept nearly nodding off in my first class, but I ended up skipping my other two classes and staying in my room instead. I don't think I could have taken anything in anyway, and at least one of the classes is mainly done from a powerpoint. Classical myth could be more complicated because he basically stands and talks, and occaasionally writes a random word on the blackboard.
I can't believe they still use blackboards here... A couple of the rooms have white boards instead, but I haven't seen a blackboard since I was about 13 or something. Such a throwback! The computers in the library are cool though; they're all Macs, but you can choose if you run Windows or Mac on them. There are so many Mac snobs here. If you see someone with a laptop, it's pretty much guaranteed to be a Mac. From what I've seen on the news though, Blackberry are releasing their own version of the iPad. I don't really want one, I just like the idea that there's at least some competition in the market.
The drama department are doing three nights of 'New Plays' this week. I went last night with a couple of people, and it's so good! They're actually pretty brilliant. Red claims the best play is the first one tonight, and considering how good the ones we've already seen were, I'm imagining it's going to be pretty epic. I will wait with bated breath, or something. It's a great way to spend three evenings though, and $15 for three nights is a pretty good deal.
I had a lie in this morning, but I was mainly making up for the lack of sleep yesterday. I only have two classes today, which is so much easier than the three back to back on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I probably could have made it through all of them yesterday, but I barely made it through the first class, and the thought of sitting through another three hours of class just made me more sleepy. I haven't skipped any before yesterday though, so I don't think I've missed out on too much. I'll have to ask about Myth tomorrow.
Think I'll stop writing now and try and get some more reading done before class.
Anyway. One just went past, and it has now stopped bugging me.
I finally tidied my room! The floor beneath the window is now clear of clothes and stuff, and if I ever get round to sorting out the clutter on my desk, the room will look pretty neat. I think I might have to pick up a dust pan and brush at some point though, there's no carpet so the floor is covered in little bits of dust and grit and stuff. I imagine the floor is going to be pretty cold come winter, especially since a few people have mentioned how cold this rez gets in winter anyway. I don't know how cold it's actually going to be, but there's been mention of -40 C which is more than cold enough. Hopefully we'll be going to the mall at the end of the week so I can get some proper winter stuff. I don't think a hoodie and gloves will be enough, somehow...
Saturday was a lot of fun; we ended up spending 5 hours on Dewie's and then watched films in my room. We ended up watching two, and then going back to Dewie's for a snack because we were hungry again. Then we nearly finished the fourth film before the RA was giving out free pizza (at 2am. I love uni) It was a lot of fun just sitting around talking and watching films and stuff. Then on Sunday they were showing cartoons on the big screen in Dewie's when we were in there for lunch. They're much more interesting than news!
It's the strange thing about the news here; they have a bar going along the bottom of the screen showing headlines, but you never actually find anything else out about the stories... There was one a few days ago about a baby having been found in an airport. I have no idea if the baby was ok, or whether anyone had found out who the baby belonged to. It just said a baby had been found. Not exactly informative.
It's starting to look like autumn outside now. There are leaves and fir needles falling all the time, and behind one of the sports fields there's this mass of trees that are just starting to turn. They're going to look amazing soon; I can't wait. The weather's been a bit strange the past few days. It's been raining on and off, but yesterday was so humid and stuffy, it was actually horrible being sat in class. It didn't help that I'd barely slept and kept nearly nodding off in my first class, but I ended up skipping my other two classes and staying in my room instead. I don't think I could have taken anything in anyway, and at least one of the classes is mainly done from a powerpoint. Classical myth could be more complicated because he basically stands and talks, and occaasionally writes a random word on the blackboard.
I can't believe they still use blackboards here... A couple of the rooms have white boards instead, but I haven't seen a blackboard since I was about 13 or something. Such a throwback! The computers in the library are cool though; they're all Macs, but you can choose if you run Windows or Mac on them. There are so many Mac snobs here. If you see someone with a laptop, it's pretty much guaranteed to be a Mac. From what I've seen on the news though, Blackberry are releasing their own version of the iPad. I don't really want one, I just like the idea that there's at least some competition in the market.
The drama department are doing three nights of 'New Plays' this week. I went last night with a couple of people, and it's so good! They're actually pretty brilliant. Red claims the best play is the first one tonight, and considering how good the ones we've already seen were, I'm imagining it's going to be pretty epic. I will wait with bated breath, or something. It's a great way to spend three evenings though, and $15 for three nights is a pretty good deal.
I had a lie in this morning, but I was mainly making up for the lack of sleep yesterday. I only have two classes today, which is so much easier than the three back to back on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I probably could have made it through all of them yesterday, but I barely made it through the first class, and the thought of sitting through another three hours of class just made me more sleepy. I haven't skipped any before yesterday though, so I don't think I've missed out on too much. I'll have to ask about Myth tomorrow.
Think I'll stop writing now and try and get some more reading done before class.
Thursday 23 September 2010
Just keep swimming
It's been two years. How did I manage to forget that? These things keep seeming to pass me by this year, and I don't really know why. Is it because none of them are 'firsts' anymore? I've been through one, so the second time just doesn't seem so hard? I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm here. It's so completely new and exciting, and there are so many other things I need to be doing that the horrible things just don't take precedence in my mind.
I feel better this week, at least. My epic cold is pretty much gone, I'm just waiting on the throat stopping itching and I'll be all good again. Finally stopped sniffing through classes, and they're actually really interesting. Playwriting today was pretty brilliant, even if I'm not sure how much of the homework I can actually do... We had to write a scene (which was easy) but now we have to 'cut' it. Basically I need to go through and remove any unnecessary directors notes/stage directions/words of speech. It's already seriously minimalist, and it doesn't have any stage directions. The only thing other than dialogue are the characters names and ages, and we had to put those in... I think there are maybe a couple of words I could possibly remove, but literally all of it is needed. It wouldn't make sense without them...
But I'll deal with that later. There's not much I can do about removing what isn't there. The class exercise was good. We had to write a scene about 'painting the shed' until the end of class. I write quickly. I ended up with a sore hand and seven pages of dialogue. The prof took them in at the end to read over - I did warn him that he might not be able to read it, because I haven't done lots of hand writing in months and I tend to start missing letters when I write quickly... Ah well, I warned him. It should be pretty legible, hopefully. If he can read it I'll be happy. There were all sorts of dips and rises in the speech though, because I kept getting to the end of one rise and there was still ages til the end of class, so I had to keep writing. I'm actually kind of proud of it... I love writing.
I finally managed to get to the store to buy snack food for my room. That's one of the problems with the meal plan; you can't get anything to eat at random times of the night if you get the munchies. Plus it's a bit of a trek to get there, so I tend to leave it until I really need to eat until I go, unless someone else is around and going. I keep spending two or three hours in there in the evenings, because we go to eat, and then end up sitting and talking for an extra couple of hours before we eventually decide we should probably move. It's pretty fun doing it, and sometimes the food is really good. Other times it's a bit iffy, but it's generally edible, at least. So now I have food in my room for those midnight munchies. And yes, I have actually managed to stay up til past midnight a couple of times this week! Still been waking up at like 6am or 7am, but it's a slightly more normal sleeping pattern.
I feel like I've done loads in the past week. I don't think it's actually been that much, but I also feel like I've been here forever and it's barely been three weeks. I sang on my own the other night. A couple of us were hanging around in my room singing showtunes before one of them had to go to rehersals, and I ended up singing a solo (because he didn't know the girl's part of the duet and I did) It was surprisingly OK, given how bad my nose and throat were at that point. I can sing when ill! Yay me! I don't know if it's more surprising that I can, or that I did so alone and in front of other people...
I managed to work out how to charge my ID card so I can use it to do laundry now, and I know how to get print credits! Progress has been made! I left laundry right to the last minute this week. I'd been planning to do it all day, but what with one thing and another it ended up being about 7.30pm when I suddenly thought 'Laundry!' and actually made a move to do it. I had run out of clean socks, so I couldn't really leave it until the next day. Plus doing it in the evening means nobody else is using the machines so I could use the washer that only charges 50 cents a load (who knows why, but I'm not complaining!) It does make a wonderful change doing laundry that's actually warm and dry when it comes out of the dryer! After a year of using a combination washer that didn't dry anything, ever, and a summer of forgetting the stuff in the dryer until it was cold, it makes a nice change. I love sorting warm laundry. I did manage to get myself trapped sitting crosslegged on the bed though, because I loaded my legs down with sorted underwear and socks and couldn't move...
I watched Finding Nemo last night (hence the post title) in a bout of childish nostalgia (ish). I was already a teenager when it came out, but the sentiment is the same. I might watch Robin Hood tonight, or maybe something a bit more grown up... Nothing that involves songs I'll want to sing though, the itch in my throat makes singing kind of impossible right now. At least good singing, anyway. Bad singing is a different matter entirely, I suspect. I might do some more writing, too. I'm in a creative mood. I probably shouldn't be listening to my 'musicals' playlist if I don't want to sing...
Let's go find something productive to do with the rest of my evening! (That doesn't involve going out, I may already be in my PJs...)
I feel better this week, at least. My epic cold is pretty much gone, I'm just waiting on the throat stopping itching and I'll be all good again. Finally stopped sniffing through classes, and they're actually really interesting. Playwriting today was pretty brilliant, even if I'm not sure how much of the homework I can actually do... We had to write a scene (which was easy) but now we have to 'cut' it. Basically I need to go through and remove any unnecessary directors notes/stage directions/words of speech. It's already seriously minimalist, and it doesn't have any stage directions. The only thing other than dialogue are the characters names and ages, and we had to put those in... I think there are maybe a couple of words I could possibly remove, but literally all of it is needed. It wouldn't make sense without them...
But I'll deal with that later. There's not much I can do about removing what isn't there. The class exercise was good. We had to write a scene about 'painting the shed' until the end of class. I write quickly. I ended up with a sore hand and seven pages of dialogue. The prof took them in at the end to read over - I did warn him that he might not be able to read it, because I haven't done lots of hand writing in months and I tend to start missing letters when I write quickly... Ah well, I warned him. It should be pretty legible, hopefully. If he can read it I'll be happy. There were all sorts of dips and rises in the speech though, because I kept getting to the end of one rise and there was still ages til the end of class, so I had to keep writing. I'm actually kind of proud of it... I love writing.
I finally managed to get to the store to buy snack food for my room. That's one of the problems with the meal plan; you can't get anything to eat at random times of the night if you get the munchies. Plus it's a bit of a trek to get there, so I tend to leave it until I really need to eat until I go, unless someone else is around and going. I keep spending two or three hours in there in the evenings, because we go to eat, and then end up sitting and talking for an extra couple of hours before we eventually decide we should probably move. It's pretty fun doing it, and sometimes the food is really good. Other times it's a bit iffy, but it's generally edible, at least. So now I have food in my room for those midnight munchies. And yes, I have actually managed to stay up til past midnight a couple of times this week! Still been waking up at like 6am or 7am, but it's a slightly more normal sleeping pattern.
I feel like I've done loads in the past week. I don't think it's actually been that much, but I also feel like I've been here forever and it's barely been three weeks. I sang on my own the other night. A couple of us were hanging around in my room singing showtunes before one of them had to go to rehersals, and I ended up singing a solo (because he didn't know the girl's part of the duet and I did) It was surprisingly OK, given how bad my nose and throat were at that point. I can sing when ill! Yay me! I don't know if it's more surprising that I can, or that I did so alone and in front of other people...
I managed to work out how to charge my ID card so I can use it to do laundry now, and I know how to get print credits! Progress has been made! I left laundry right to the last minute this week. I'd been planning to do it all day, but what with one thing and another it ended up being about 7.30pm when I suddenly thought 'Laundry!' and actually made a move to do it. I had run out of clean socks, so I couldn't really leave it until the next day. Plus doing it in the evening means nobody else is using the machines so I could use the washer that only charges 50 cents a load (who knows why, but I'm not complaining!) It does make a wonderful change doing laundry that's actually warm and dry when it comes out of the dryer! After a year of using a combination washer that didn't dry anything, ever, and a summer of forgetting the stuff in the dryer until it was cold, it makes a nice change. I love sorting warm laundry. I did manage to get myself trapped sitting crosslegged on the bed though, because I loaded my legs down with sorted underwear and socks and couldn't move...
I watched Finding Nemo last night (hence the post title) in a bout of childish nostalgia (ish). I was already a teenager when it came out, but the sentiment is the same. I might watch Robin Hood tonight, or maybe something a bit more grown up... Nothing that involves songs I'll want to sing though, the itch in my throat makes singing kind of impossible right now. At least good singing, anyway. Bad singing is a different matter entirely, I suspect. I might do some more writing, too. I'm in a creative mood. I probably shouldn't be listening to my 'musicals' playlist if I don't want to sing...
Let's go find something productive to do with the rest of my evening! (That doesn't involve going out, I may already be in my PJs...)
Wednesday 15 September 2010
Let there be chicken soup
I'm ill. I don't know if I'm more annoyed about being ill, or about the fact that I haven't made it through university without getting ill during freshers week... Well, OK, technically Frosh week is over. But it's basically fresher's flu, and I'm not happy about it. I only have a small pack of tissues, and it's about a ten minute walk to find the grocery store to buy more... And food. I have no food in my room; which sucks when I get the munchies in the middle of the night, because there's nothing I can do about it.
So admittedly I'm not hungry right now, but I could do with a drink other than diet coke or water, which is all I have. OK, maybe I am hungry if the stomach growling is any indication. Plus Dewie's will have closed about three minutes ago, even if I was dressed and had the motivation to go and find something.
My throat is killing me. It's sore and a bit itchy, so I keep coughing and swallowing. I want to be better! I've been having a few days of feeling rubbish. I nearly passed out in the shower on Friday, so I made the decision to nap for an hour and then do laundry, before spending the rest of the day in bed. I felt better for it, even if I did miss the film screening for The Birds. They didn't get to watch it in the room with the epic cinema chairs, so I'm not too heartbroken about it.
I'm pretty wide awake again. I was so close to falling asleep, but then I really needed to blow my nose, which meant getting out of bed, turning the light on and finding the tissues. Then I decided that it had been too long since I'd updated this thing, and that now would be a brilliant time to sit and do just that... I wonder about myself sometimes.
Classes have been good so far; I think I've got all of my books except for a couple that had sold out/not been ordered when I went last time. Apparently they're all in now though, so I will probably go get them tomorrow morning. Maybe get some pjs in there too... My Classical Myth class this afternoon was seriously boring. He basically rambled on for an hour and a half giving us the entire history of Ancient Greece. To be honest he could have just given us the sheet and moved on, but he felt the need to go through all 24 'important' occurrences of the entire civilisation. I think we're getting started on the interesting stuff next class though, so it should get better.
I need to go shopping. Not just for the food/tissues/winter stuff, but I just want to go shopping. I've been on this campus for eleven days, and I've only left once to walk into Lennoxville and back. I think we might bully our flatmate into driving us to Sherbrooke so we can have a bit of retail therapy at the weekend or something.
I might stick a dvd on and try and get to sleep, I'm supposed to be meeting people for breakfast at 8am tomorrow, so I'll need to be up in time to shower and stuff. Plus I'm feeling rubbish and sitting like this is killing my neck and sending my foot to sleep...
Think this is classed as a short update - considering the length of the last one...
My nose hurts ¬_¬
So admittedly I'm not hungry right now, but I could do with a drink other than diet coke or water, which is all I have. OK, maybe I am hungry if the stomach growling is any indication. Plus Dewie's will have closed about three minutes ago, even if I was dressed and had the motivation to go and find something.
My throat is killing me. It's sore and a bit itchy, so I keep coughing and swallowing. I want to be better! I've been having a few days of feeling rubbish. I nearly passed out in the shower on Friday, so I made the decision to nap for an hour and then do laundry, before spending the rest of the day in bed. I felt better for it, even if I did miss the film screening for The Birds. They didn't get to watch it in the room with the epic cinema chairs, so I'm not too heartbroken about it.
I'm pretty wide awake again. I was so close to falling asleep, but then I really needed to blow my nose, which meant getting out of bed, turning the light on and finding the tissues. Then I decided that it had been too long since I'd updated this thing, and that now would be a brilliant time to sit and do just that... I wonder about myself sometimes.
Classes have been good so far; I think I've got all of my books except for a couple that had sold out/not been ordered when I went last time. Apparently they're all in now though, so I will probably go get them tomorrow morning. Maybe get some pjs in there too... My Classical Myth class this afternoon was seriously boring. He basically rambled on for an hour and a half giving us the entire history of Ancient Greece. To be honest he could have just given us the sheet and moved on, but he felt the need to go through all 24 'important' occurrences of the entire civilisation. I think we're getting started on the interesting stuff next class though, so it should get better.
I need to go shopping. Not just for the food/tissues/winter stuff, but I just want to go shopping. I've been on this campus for eleven days, and I've only left once to walk into Lennoxville and back. I think we might bully our flatmate into driving us to Sherbrooke so we can have a bit of retail therapy at the weekend or something.
I might stick a dvd on and try and get to sleep, I'm supposed to be meeting people for breakfast at 8am tomorrow, so I'll need to be up in time to shower and stuff. Plus I'm feeling rubbish and sitting like this is killing my neck and sending my foot to sleep...
Think this is classed as a short update - considering the length of the last one...
My nose hurts ¬_¬
Thursday 9 September 2010
Beaurocracy sucks
The registration process in this country is stupid. I'm serious; who ever thought it would be a good idea to make courses a first-come-first-serve deal? It's all well and good if you're allowed to go there at the beginning, because you don't have to worry about classes being full etc. I was told I could go at 3. This is the last time people can go. All three of the English classes I wanted to take were full. All of them. I only just made it into the Classical Myth module, and if I hadn't asked the guy behind me in the English queue to hold my place for me, I don't think I'd have made it into that one either.
So I've spent an hour standing in the sun waiting to get inside the building, and then I have to find the queue for the English department. Quick dive over to Classical Studies because that table's clear, and then back into English. Had to basically say 'what classes can I take?' because there really isn't much choice left at this point in the day. Finally manage to get signed up for Intro to Lit, Canadian Short Stories (which I don't really want to do at all) and Film Adaptation (which admittedly was on my original list of modules before I found out it clashed with Creative Writing Prose).
I only just got into Playwriting I as well. They were debating whether they could fit me in, and in the class yesterday, the prof (who looks like a bald Jeff Bridges) said that the class was supposed to be capped at 18, but there were about 21 of us. I am so glad they mixed up and didn't cap it, or I'd have been stuck with yet another module to choose that I didn't really want to do.
Anyway, I had my first two classes yesterday. Intro to Lit looks good; I think Paradise Lost is the only part of the syllabus that I've actually studied before. Playwriting I looks basically the same as my Writing for Stage and Screen module that I did last year in England. I have my other three classes today. A solid four and a half hours or something. I hope there's going to be enough time to get between my first and second classes though. They're about two floors apart or something; which admittedly isn't too far considering I could have been in two buildings on opposite ends of the campus, but I don't like having to rush.
At least I don't have any early mornings this semester. My earliest class is Thursdays at 1pm, and I have a 1.30 start on Mondays and Wednesdays. I'll just need to remember to take a drink with me.
I've met my flatmates now, and I've got at least one class with some of them. I'm glad I'm actually meeting people now; the first few days were hard because there weren't many people around unless they were moving in with their parents, or they were out getting wasted. Classes have started now though, so I'm meeting people in those, and I've met people through flatmates and stuff.
I had a couple of 'OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE' moments earlier in the week, but I think I'm a bit more settled in now and not quite so scared out of my mind. I'm glad I've done this. The main problem is the way people keep going crazy when they hear my English accent. It's not that special! Honestly! I hadn't thought they'd be quite so amazed by it. I spoke to a girl from Australia who's just here for a semester. Apparently people keep thinking she's English, so I suppose I should be grateful they're at least getting my accent right...
It's raining again. The weather's been pretty changable the last few days. It can go from blazing sunshine to pouring down with rain and back again multiple times each day. At least it hasn't got really cold yet, though I'm going to have to go shopping and find some winter stuff at some point fairly soon. I don't think I'll make it through the winter without at least a coat... Until then I think it's going to be mild enough. It's been pretty much the same as summer was in England this year.
I managed to stay awake til a more sensible time last night! I keep crashing at like 10pm or something, and then waking up at about 7am. Made it to half midnight last night, although I still woke up at 7am this morning. I think I'm going to have to investigate laundry tomorrow, because my bath towel is driving me slightly crazy. It's new, so it doesn't absorb very well, and it sheds black fluff all over me when I'm using it.Think I'm short on clean socks as well. I'll look into it tomorrow, anyway. Right now I'm going to stop writing this, because I'm jumping wildly between subjects like a loon.
So I've spent an hour standing in the sun waiting to get inside the building, and then I have to find the queue for the English department. Quick dive over to Classical Studies because that table's clear, and then back into English. Had to basically say 'what classes can I take?' because there really isn't much choice left at this point in the day. Finally manage to get signed up for Intro to Lit, Canadian Short Stories (which I don't really want to do at all) and Film Adaptation (which admittedly was on my original list of modules before I found out it clashed with Creative Writing Prose).
I only just got into Playwriting I as well. They were debating whether they could fit me in, and in the class yesterday, the prof (who looks like a bald Jeff Bridges) said that the class was supposed to be capped at 18, but there were about 21 of us. I am so glad they mixed up and didn't cap it, or I'd have been stuck with yet another module to choose that I didn't really want to do.
Anyway, I had my first two classes yesterday. Intro to Lit looks good; I think Paradise Lost is the only part of the syllabus that I've actually studied before. Playwriting I looks basically the same as my Writing for Stage and Screen module that I did last year in England. I have my other three classes today. A solid four and a half hours or something. I hope there's going to be enough time to get between my first and second classes though. They're about two floors apart or something; which admittedly isn't too far considering I could have been in two buildings on opposite ends of the campus, but I don't like having to rush.
At least I don't have any early mornings this semester. My earliest class is Thursdays at 1pm, and I have a 1.30 start on Mondays and Wednesdays. I'll just need to remember to take a drink with me.
I've met my flatmates now, and I've got at least one class with some of them. I'm glad I'm actually meeting people now; the first few days were hard because there weren't many people around unless they were moving in with their parents, or they were out getting wasted. Classes have started now though, so I'm meeting people in those, and I've met people through flatmates and stuff.
I had a couple of 'OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE' moments earlier in the week, but I think I'm a bit more settled in now and not quite so scared out of my mind. I'm glad I've done this. The main problem is the way people keep going crazy when they hear my English accent. It's not that special! Honestly! I hadn't thought they'd be quite so amazed by it. I spoke to a girl from Australia who's just here for a semester. Apparently people keep thinking she's English, so I suppose I should be grateful they're at least getting my accent right...
It's raining again. The weather's been pretty changable the last few days. It can go from blazing sunshine to pouring down with rain and back again multiple times each day. At least it hasn't got really cold yet, though I'm going to have to go shopping and find some winter stuff at some point fairly soon. I don't think I'll make it through the winter without at least a coat... Until then I think it's going to be mild enough. It's been pretty much the same as summer was in England this year.
I managed to stay awake til a more sensible time last night! I keep crashing at like 10pm or something, and then waking up at about 7am. Made it to half midnight last night, although I still woke up at 7am this morning. I think I'm going to have to investigate laundry tomorrow, because my bath towel is driving me slightly crazy. It's new, so it doesn't absorb very well, and it sheds black fluff all over me when I'm using it.Think I'm short on clean socks as well. I'll look into it tomorrow, anyway. Right now I'm going to stop writing this, because I'm jumping wildly between subjects like a loon.
Monday 6 September 2010
You have reached your destination
I made it to Bishop's about a day later than originally planned. I think getting the coach from Montreal to Sherbrooke was the easiest part of the entire journey, and I got to do that after a decent (ish) night's sleep.
Last night was absolutely mental. All the Froshers were out drinking and shouting in a huge group, which I'm really glad I wasn't part of. I know they keep saying that drinking on Frosh isn't demanded of you, but it just isn't as good being in a massive crowd of drunk people if you're sober, and I'm not going to be drinking...
I think for a lot of people, this is the first time they've been legally allowed to drink, so they're going crazy about it. I didn't go crazy when I turned 18, I'm not going to now after two years of being legal... I think the insanity is carrying on tonight, so I'll be staying inside where it's safe and reasonably quiet. I don't care if it's boring.
The room is nice enough; it's basically what you'd expect from halls. It's bigger than my room was in halls my first year, but it's also right by the main door for the building (lots of loud talking and slamming doors) and a stupidly long walk to get to the girls' showers, which is going to annoy me quite a bit, I expect.
The food in the dining hall is pretty good, although I still haven't worked out how the hell you get coffee... I only worked out where the cups and cutlery were yesterday lunchtime, so I guess I'll find out eventually. Until then I will just be glad I don't have an addiction to coffee like some people I know. I doubt it would help with the minor case of jetlag anyway, what with it sending me to sleep.
Went to Walmart yesterday with one of the girls I'd met on FB and her mum. Managed to get a pillow and shampoo and other stuff I needed, so that should keep me going for a while, at least.
I haven't met that many people yet, but most of the stuff that's going on involves crowds of people cheering and singing, and there's no way I'd join in with that sort of thing. I'll probably meet some people at registration tomorrow, and then classes start on Wednesday. I think I've met about one person doing english, and most of the people around are freshers who will only be in a couple of my classes even if they are on the same subject.
Discovered I can't watch iplayer here; you can apparently only use it in the UK, which is mildly annoying, but someone's uploaded what looks to be every episode of Qi onto youtube, so I can watch that on there. Other than that there's probably not much I'm actually going to miss seeing.
I might go on a mission to get some food...
Last night was absolutely mental. All the Froshers were out drinking and shouting in a huge group, which I'm really glad I wasn't part of. I know they keep saying that drinking on Frosh isn't demanded of you, but it just isn't as good being in a massive crowd of drunk people if you're sober, and I'm not going to be drinking...
I think for a lot of people, this is the first time they've been legally allowed to drink, so they're going crazy about it. I didn't go crazy when I turned 18, I'm not going to now after two years of being legal... I think the insanity is carrying on tonight, so I'll be staying inside where it's safe and reasonably quiet. I don't care if it's boring.
The room is nice enough; it's basically what you'd expect from halls. It's bigger than my room was in halls my first year, but it's also right by the main door for the building (lots of loud talking and slamming doors) and a stupidly long walk to get to the girls' showers, which is going to annoy me quite a bit, I expect.
The food in the dining hall is pretty good, although I still haven't worked out how the hell you get coffee... I only worked out where the cups and cutlery were yesterday lunchtime, so I guess I'll find out eventually. Until then I will just be glad I don't have an addiction to coffee like some people I know. I doubt it would help with the minor case of jetlag anyway, what with it sending me to sleep.
Went to Walmart yesterday with one of the girls I'd met on FB and her mum. Managed to get a pillow and shampoo and other stuff I needed, so that should keep me going for a while, at least.
I haven't met that many people yet, but most of the stuff that's going on involves crowds of people cheering and singing, and there's no way I'd join in with that sort of thing. I'll probably meet some people at registration tomorrow, and then classes start on Wednesday. I think I've met about one person doing english, and most of the people around are freshers who will only be in a couple of my classes even if they are on the same subject.
Discovered I can't watch iplayer here; you can apparently only use it in the UK, which is mildly annoying, but someone's uploaded what looks to be every episode of Qi onto youtube, so I can watch that on there. Other than that there's probably not much I'm actually going to miss seeing.
I might go on a mission to get some food...
Saturday 4 September 2010
Departure: Take #2
Success!
I finally made it to Montreal last night, but I have come to the conclusion that I hate travelling on my own. After the stupid cancelled flight of Thursday, I finally made it to Amsterdam where I'd been booked into a hotel for the night. Problem #1: I had no idea which hotel shuttle I was supposed to be on. The voucher I had said 'VD Valk' which is apparently the A4 or something stupid like that. Some security guy asked where I was trying to get to, and yes, I cried. I was sleep deprived and stressed, it's allowed. Got the the hotel, which was lovely, got a free meal, which was actually really tasty, and then went to bed. I needed to be up at about 5am, so I ordered a wake up call for then. When it came, she said 'this is your 5am wake up call'. By the time I'm showered and dressed and everything and gone downstairs, it's 4.35am. Brilliant. Not only was I sleep deprived and stressed, I'd also just been cheated out of an hour of precious sleep.
Get to the airport and onto my flight to Paris no problem, then end up missing my connection to Montreal. I don't know how it happened, but the gate i was supposed to be boarding from was showing information for the 11.10 to Caracas. My flight was at 11. There's no way they'd have two flights that close together from the same gate. Managed to get onto the next flight and didn't have to do anything except hang around for an hour or so extra.
There was a French woman next to me on the flight to Montreal, who kept asking me things. How do you explain to someone what Port wine is, when she doesn't speak English, and you have seriously limited French? We managed to establish that it was wine, but I honestly couldn't get any further than that. It's not something they teach you in school, is it?
Sitting in Immigration was horrible. Three hours. Sitting on the floor. With bad hips and a bad back. Unimpressed. So by the time I've left the airport, it's about 7.30pm local time, but I'm running on a timezone that says it's about midnight. I'm exhausted, I'm starving, I'm dehydrated, I'm grimy and being munched on by midges. I can't find my hotel. Lovely bus driver helped me by calling services and finding out where the hotel is, then he gets me as close as he can on the bus route, and calls me a cab to take me the last bit. Starving though I was, I dove in the shower, ruined another pristine white hotel towel with my freshly dyed hair, and passed out on the bed. Woke up at about 4.30 this morning and think I dozed for a while.
Just got back from breakfast (crepes with strawberries and cream) of which I managed one crepe and most of the strawberries, along with two cups of coffee and an apple juice. I was struggling to eat that much.
Planning on getting the 10.30 bus to Sherbrooke, which means I still have about 45 minutes to an hour to kill before I need to get going (it's 9am now). Thank god for free internet...
I finally made it to Montreal last night, but I have come to the conclusion that I hate travelling on my own. After the stupid cancelled flight of Thursday, I finally made it to Amsterdam where I'd been booked into a hotel for the night. Problem #1: I had no idea which hotel shuttle I was supposed to be on. The voucher I had said 'VD Valk' which is apparently the A4 or something stupid like that. Some security guy asked where I was trying to get to, and yes, I cried. I was sleep deprived and stressed, it's allowed. Got the the hotel, which was lovely, got a free meal, which was actually really tasty, and then went to bed. I needed to be up at about 5am, so I ordered a wake up call for then. When it came, she said 'this is your 5am wake up call'. By the time I'm showered and dressed and everything and gone downstairs, it's 4.35am. Brilliant. Not only was I sleep deprived and stressed, I'd also just been cheated out of an hour of precious sleep.
Get to the airport and onto my flight to Paris no problem, then end up missing my connection to Montreal. I don't know how it happened, but the gate i was supposed to be boarding from was showing information for the 11.10 to Caracas. My flight was at 11. There's no way they'd have two flights that close together from the same gate. Managed to get onto the next flight and didn't have to do anything except hang around for an hour or so extra.
There was a French woman next to me on the flight to Montreal, who kept asking me things. How do you explain to someone what Port wine is, when she doesn't speak English, and you have seriously limited French? We managed to establish that it was wine, but I honestly couldn't get any further than that. It's not something they teach you in school, is it?
Sitting in Immigration was horrible. Three hours. Sitting on the floor. With bad hips and a bad back. Unimpressed. So by the time I've left the airport, it's about 7.30pm local time, but I'm running on a timezone that says it's about midnight. I'm exhausted, I'm starving, I'm dehydrated, I'm grimy and being munched on by midges. I can't find my hotel. Lovely bus driver helped me by calling services and finding out where the hotel is, then he gets me as close as he can on the bus route, and calls me a cab to take me the last bit. Starving though I was, I dove in the shower, ruined another pristine white hotel towel with my freshly dyed hair, and passed out on the bed. Woke up at about 4.30 this morning and think I dozed for a while.
Just got back from breakfast (crepes with strawberries and cream) of which I managed one crepe and most of the strawberries, along with two cups of coffee and an apple juice. I was struggling to eat that much.
Planning on getting the 10.30 bus to Sherbrooke, which means I still have about 45 minutes to an hour to kill before I need to get going (it's 9am now). Thank god for free internet...
Thursday 2 September 2010
Departure: Take #1
So I made it to the gate. We got there in plenty of time, and everything was fine. We got a coffee. We said goodbye and I went through security. I sat down at the gate and got my book out. I think I managed to read about half a sentence, when an announcement came on over the tannoy. My flight was cancelled. Brilliant. I nearly cried.
Then there was the having to go and collect our bags and queue. Again. I'd already queued for ages to check in, and now I have to queue again to find out what the hell I was supposed to do. Thankfully there was a woman with blue hair who was also supposed to be on the flight, and she very kindly passed the message onto my mum and sister, who were heading back to the car.
I was supposed to be on the 10.30 flight to Amsterdam, and then another flight through to Montreal, getting there in plenty of time to find the hostel, meet other international students, and have a nice evening making friends and stuff before getting the uni bus in the morning.
Now I'm getting the 17.20 (I think) to Amsterdam. I have a night in Amsterdam airport, and then I'm on a flight to Paris at 8.05 am. This means I have to get up at about 5 in the morning. Unimpressed. Then there's an hour-and-a-half or so turnaround in Paris before I finally board a plane for Montreal, where I should arrive at about 2-something in the afternoon. From there I'm going to have to probably find a bus station; find the right bus to Sherbrooke (or Lennoxville, or somewhere in that general direction) and then probably have to take a taxi from there to the uni.
This was so much easier when they didn't cancel my damned flight...
So yea, I am tired, stressed, and more than a little pissed off. And back home writing this in the few hours gap I have before we try this whole shebang again.
Got to cuddle the cat one last time, at least; he'd vanished this morning so I didn't get to see him.
I think this is my longest blog yet... Of the grand total of three there will be when I post this thing. Think I've calmed down a bit, and my rant may be over.
Stomach still feels weird though...
Then there was the having to go and collect our bags and queue. Again. I'd already queued for ages to check in, and now I have to queue again to find out what the hell I was supposed to do. Thankfully there was a woman with blue hair who was also supposed to be on the flight, and she very kindly passed the message onto my mum and sister, who were heading back to the car.
I was supposed to be on the 10.30 flight to Amsterdam, and then another flight through to Montreal, getting there in plenty of time to find the hostel, meet other international students, and have a nice evening making friends and stuff before getting the uni bus in the morning.
Now I'm getting the 17.20 (I think) to Amsterdam. I have a night in Amsterdam airport, and then I'm on a flight to Paris at 8.05 am. This means I have to get up at about 5 in the morning. Unimpressed. Then there's an hour-and-a-half or so turnaround in Paris before I finally board a plane for Montreal, where I should arrive at about 2-something in the afternoon. From there I'm going to have to probably find a bus station; find the right bus to Sherbrooke (or Lennoxville, or somewhere in that general direction) and then probably have to take a taxi from there to the uni.
This was so much easier when they didn't cancel my damned flight...
So yea, I am tired, stressed, and more than a little pissed off. And back home writing this in the few hours gap I have before we try this whole shebang again.
Got to cuddle the cat one last time, at least; he'd vanished this morning so I didn't get to see him.
I think this is my longest blog yet... Of the grand total of three there will be when I post this thing. Think I've calmed down a bit, and my rant may be over.
Stomach still feels weird though...
Tuesday 31 August 2010
The art of procrastination
So I should be packing, or at least sorting clothes to take with me. Currently I'm on the sofa drinking coffee and eating leftover macaroni cheese.
I hate packing. I really do. I don't want to have to sort through everything and decide what clothes I'm taking with me. It's doable when I'm just going away for a couple of weeks; but this is eight months. How do you know ahead of time what you're going to want to wear for three quarters of a year? I don't know what I'm going to wear that day until I'm actually getting dressed.
I think this is another form of procrastination. I have finished the pasta, and the coffee is nearly gone. There's not even anything good on TV to watch. Instead of going and making a start on the decision-making process, I am updating my blog with a pointless post about putting things off.
I have made a start, honest. I sorted DVDs the other day. That's progress, right?
I think I've calmed down a bit today. I've spent the past week bouncing and giggling like mad because I'm so excited. I haven't reached the point of being scared out of my mind yet, but I just can't believe it's actually happening! I'm going to Canada! In two days! This time on Thursday I'll be on my way!
Oh dear, I'm using exclamation marks; that's never a good thing...
I should really move and make a start... Any minute now...
I hate packing. I really do. I don't want to have to sort through everything and decide what clothes I'm taking with me. It's doable when I'm just going away for a couple of weeks; but this is eight months. How do you know ahead of time what you're going to want to wear for three quarters of a year? I don't know what I'm going to wear that day until I'm actually getting dressed.
I think this is another form of procrastination. I have finished the pasta, and the coffee is nearly gone. There's not even anything good on TV to watch. Instead of going and making a start on the decision-making process, I am updating my blog with a pointless post about putting things off.
I have made a start, honest. I sorted DVDs the other day. That's progress, right?
I think I've calmed down a bit today. I've spent the past week bouncing and giggling like mad because I'm so excited. I haven't reached the point of being scared out of my mind yet, but I just can't believe it's actually happening! I'm going to Canada! In two days! This time on Thursday I'll be on my way!
Oh dear, I'm using exclamation marks; that's never a good thing...
I should really move and make a start... Any minute now...
Tuesday 24 August 2010
In the beginning there was blog
So this is the beginning of my magical blog. I'm guessing this is just going to be a random collection of my rants and rambles about whatever takes my fancy, but who knows where the keyboard will take me?
A little about me...
I am 20 years old
I live in England
I study English Literature and Creative Writing at university
I am going to Canada in less than nine days to study for the next eight months
I have cold feet (literally, not metaphorically speaking)
I'm sure more information will be uncovered, but right now I can't be bothered to write my entire life history, nor do I know if anybody will actually read this and make the effort worthwhile. I make no promises of regular updating; I've tried and failed at journals before...
Think that's about it for now, I'll write again sometime.
A little about me...
I am 20 years old
I live in England
I study English Literature and Creative Writing at university
I am going to Canada in less than nine days to study for the next eight months
I have cold feet (literally, not metaphorically speaking)
I'm sure more information will be uncovered, but right now I can't be bothered to write my entire life history, nor do I know if anybody will actually read this and make the effort worthwhile. I make no promises of regular updating; I've tried and failed at journals before...
Think that's about it for now, I'll write again sometime.
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