So I've been home since saturday and so far so good.
No major battles yet, and I've had a couple days that were more eventful than usual.
Saturday was lazy day, we got back from kingston in the evening and then I just read and sat around. The key thing about sunday was that it made up for that entirely. Sunday morning I biked over to cherry's house and we went out for a bike ride. We took the paths through edward's gardens and down alot of the greenbelt, and then just took some random roads most of the way back. We then took a random path off the road into the woods at one point... crossing rickety little boxes being used as bridges and just generally taking our little detour through the woods was key. Cherry for some reason calls alot of this "getting lost". But I say... You can't get lost in toronto! You just go until you find somewhere you know! We was exploring (besides... we HAD a map)!
Anyway, we were gone four hours. And my ass really hurt by the end of it.
And then sunday night I went to the first year ryerson screening with laur and her friend ray and watched some stuff. And then we watched some of little mermaid 2 and some of chitty chitty bang bang(which neither lauren or her roomate zack had ever seen, the losers) and I slept over. We finished chitty when we woke up, and then we sat around some, and then I came home and sat some more.
I know. It's not so much a blog as a list of what I did.
But just THINK about the fact that ME, lazy girl, voluntarily went on a huge bike ride. At MY instigation.
And I'm going again tomorrow.
Let's pretend my mom's comments have nothing to do with this.,
Last post of the year from kingston.
I'm packing up my computer, and I'll be back in toronto by the end of the day.
now I've just got to cound down the days 'til registration. Which is... aw dammit... pre-registration is in like 2 days. Good thing all I have to do is declare my concentration.
English major, drama minor, french... certificate? minor? nothing? I think I'll just stick with the normal-person courseload for now.
I'm afraid to get my grades. But there's only a little while to wait for that to.
So.
It's tuesday morning, and I've got a french exam in... er... 4 hours.
That's a long time, right?
Well I hope so, because I don't think I'm ready. Thankfully I'm meeting one of my english class buddies - who was also in my french lab - to learn some french-ness. Because it's not the language that's a problem. It's the grammar and the fact that all the short stories we read are in a big muddle in my head.
Anyway, that's about all I've got. After today, I'm done first year. Now I've just got to cross my fingers that my grades come out okay.,
Ah... the feeling of having kicked an exams ass.
Or... not even the whole exam, but bits.
Just wrote my history exam (it goes until 12) and I think I did really super well on the first essay.
Not quite as well on the second, and not really sure about the multiple choice, but overall essay-wise I think that went really well.
The multiple choice, on the other hand, killed me as always, but that's okay. It was worth 30 %, so if the essays are all ass-kickingly good, I'm golden. GOLDEN I say.
My history grade will be better than my english grade (errrr... above 70. The idea of that being better than english... ugh... at least I was prepared for doing better in history than english last year).
One exam to go.
French.
Tomorrow.
Study? I think not. I will a bit tomorrow with someone from one of the other classes. I should maybe review plots of books though, cause otherwise I'm likely to get slaughtered. Should also figure out what the essay's meant to be on.
Anyway, I've got a meeting with my english prof in a half hour to discuss the massivity of problems with my english essay, so I'd best be off.
I hate my totally irrational feeling that something has to go wrong.
Things have been good lately.
Calm, nothing-like, and good.
But that automatically, in my brain, connects to the devellopment of something horrible coming up.
So my brain keeps connecting together everything that's present in my life and then coming up with a worst case senario. An idea of whatever could happen that would completely destroy me.
So yeah.
The calm sort of gets destroyed, and replaced with... I don't even know.
But It's hard to study when you're afraid your world is going to fall apart.,
I've packed up all my clothes but a few, and everything else but books (it's starting to hit me how much stuff I have...especially CDs and books) and I'm sending them home with my parents tonight.
They're stopping in town with my grandparents for dinner on their way back to toronto, so I figured I may as well take advantage of the trunk of the van, because it seems as though I've accumulated ALOT of stuff this year.
And now, I'm off to read and go to the commonground to study some history.
Another exam for which everyone seems to be a million times more prepared than me (I need a new brain maybe).
Meeting with english prof monday about crappy essay.
Well, I never have to take math again.
NEVER.
That doesn't mean that exam wasn't hard as hell, even though I spent the entire day preparing for it, but hopefully I passed (that would be nice). Two more exams to go.
History's on monday, and should require alot of studying but we'll see... and french, well, let's just say I'm not likely to prepare.
I should, but I probably won't. Because I'm a pain that way.
Well, I think I should go take a shower and start doing some serious lazing about. My mom sent me an easter cake so I've got to do some eating, and I kind of want to go find myself some new sunglasses. So I'll go shopping later, maybe.
Have a good day!,
So English exam... not so good.
Well not the exam so much as the fact that I got back my final essay and it was a 63%. SIXTY-THREE. Yeah. That's kind of a little bit upsetting for me.
Anyway, now that it's over I'm a bit of a wreck, and I'm going to see my prof tomorrow (because she asked me to) and I'll report on how that goes.
Otherwise, you can stop calling me a genius now, because that essay proves I'm an idiot.
And the calculus exam tommorrow (today!) should reinforce that.,
Still haven't started studying.
First exam... tuesday.
It's in english... my major... oh joy.
But that's beside the point, because what I did today was far more fun than studying could ever be.
I went on my first canoe of the year.
It was a whitewater trip, but really tame because there was so much water in the river we were paddling.
But even so, a couple of nice bits of rapids and some quick moving flatwater in between.
We were all ready at the put in by 11 ish I think, and what with a quick stop to eat our lunches on a sunny rock, two short portages around dams and a stop for hot chocolate from the nice people that own the land around the buttermilk falls... we pulled the boats out at about 3:30.
It was a great day.
I'm a little bit sunburnt (especially my poor lips. The rest of me was clothing-covered or hat-shaded) so my freckles have all appeared, and my shoulders are a bit sore from paddling in a wetsuit... but it was nice.
And now I'm tired and cozy, and I'll be able to sit still all day tomorrow and go over stuff with people (I hope).
I may not be an athletic girl... but I love this feeling of being pleasantly exhausted. I love paddling.,
So last night I went to the library with one of my floormates in order to study.
Okay, now give up the look of disbelief. It hurts me.
Anyway, I went to the life-sci library at the top of the street and got out my calc books and started doing exercises.
And I realized the result of my never having studied more than half an hour for anything in my life (watching Ghandi in preparation for the history exam doesn't count. I seem to remember falling asleep).
I just can't sit in one place that long.
It's physically impossible for me.
I have to be one of the most fidgity people ever when it comes to studying.
My brain just can't comprehend sitting down and working with no real result.
But... seriously... I'm ready for my first two exams next week. Really... I am!
*cough cough*... Quiz me! Really I'm ready!,
Well, it's monday and I'm still in weekend mode.
Nothing has been accomplished today. At all.
And since it's already 6 pm I can't start any work right? Right.
So I went to the studio q thing last night (it was that or sleep, and according to my mother I wasn't allowed to sleep) and it's was fun.
I enjoy sitting about eating snackerals.
And that's about all there is to say there.
I astound myself with the boring-ness that is me.
Well, I guess I'll go read a book. Maybe I'll even think about something school related.,
French oral this morning... not excellent.
Not bad, but not excellent.
But no matter. It's done, I got my last history paper back (78!!!! Written morning of YEAH! Thanks for proofreading Liz!) and we spent some of the afternoon shopping.
I got shirts and a pair of pants. And books and candy.
And then tonight, we went to see Phonebooth, which was actually really good. It had some choice quotes that I won't share cause you might'nt have seen it.
Mmmm... no more classes. Time to rest, read some of the books I bought, and sleep.
Only exams to worry about now.,
I read this just now (via Carringtonvanston who draws moviepunks - which is great), and it made me happy.
Too many people are willing to accept Micheal Moore's work as the be all end all, and entirely ignore the fact that the background for some of it is completely non-existant.
Canadians accept it because it confirms what they think of a large chunk of american society, and - while I can't speak for americans - I have a funny feeling that it's based on largely the same principles but concerning a smaller chunk of their own society.
I mean, it's great for what it is, which is sort of empty satire... but I wish people wouldn't cite it quite so much.,
I should have gone to watch a movie tonight instead of staying in and tempting fate.
So I stayed in, and had an MSN conversation laden with my usual sarcastic comments, and made an ass of myself.
I was talking to this guy I was in a play with, and he made some comment about my sarcasm and drunkeness (he was joking, mind you) and then some reference to our cast party. I said I'd not been drunk and he seemed incredulous, and then I held back the comment that followed. But after a bit - when we were talking about something random - I said something to the effect of "Just because I was hitting on YOU doesn't mean I was drunk". Which I'd said he might misconstrue. But... I was kind of. Maybe. Which means his subsequent apparent confusion and leaving for bed was probably justified. So I've made an ass of myself, regardless of the fact that I was really kidding, and totally clear about the fact that it was meant to be funny.
Oh well. I'm really not surprised.
I'm sort of socially inept.
Are you surprised though, really? (it's rhetorical),
Name: Cat Home: Edinburgh, United Kingdom About Me: Managed to graduate from Queen's, and am now in Teacher training at Edinburgh.
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