I know this is for the most part because I'm easily amused, but sometimes I think it would be really funny if I opened the door right as the postman walked up with the mail and said hello.
He just walked by the window in front of my computer. If I'd run, I could have made it. Although... I'm not sure whether it would add or detract to the awesome if the postman saw me get up from my chair and run madly out of view before appearing at the door right before them.
I think detract, because I couldn't do the split second of creepy door-opening-by-itself-ness before I appeared. As he'd clearly know I was there.
Or I could, but it would be more... okay no it would still be funny. To me. The postman, of course, would be terrified. And my parents would never get their mail again. NEVER!
It's terrible, but I'm almost hoping the leafs get eliminated in four games, so that I only miss the one on friday. Or maybe five, so that I can miss game four, not care overmuch, and then catch game five on a netradio stream when I'm in england.
It's not that I was the leafs to lose, but simply that if they're going to be eliminated this round... I want to miss as few games as possible.
I'm THAT hardcore!!!
Man. I'm quite possibly the worst fan ever.
Ummm... GO LEAFS GO?,
I'm done, I'm home, and I'm about to go wake dan up.
He had nothing to do for from wednesday to friday, so he came home with me, and we hung out.
I don't imagine it was terribly exciting, as we did very little, but I was entertained.
Anyway, yeah. The only real purpose of this post is to remind people that I'm home.
And to talk briefly about how good Thrills are.
Thrills gum is really good.
It tastes and smells like soap.
I wish I went to the candy store more often, so that I could eat more thrills.
My last exam of the semester is in 3 hours, and I'm worried.
I didn't study as much as I should have, so the text identifications are going to be hell, and I don't want to do poorly because I really liked the course.
I'm not sleeping.
I knew that if I went to bed after midnight, my alarm wouldn't wake me up, and I'm not willing to risk it.
I'm that nervous about this.
I'll be home tomorrow, and my flight for england leaves in 9 days.
In honour of this, I've further delayed my studying for the night by finishing up this template. It might get played with... but I sort of like it.
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I woke up at 7:30 today, showered, got dressed, picked up an essay at 9 and came and sat down in front of my computer.
I actually haven't moved since.
It's horrible. The only productive thing I've done all day is look over an old exam for the class I'm writing for wednesday on exambank.
Man.
I should maybe... eat. Or something.
Seriously I need to finish school. It's making me stupid.,
I'm just about to go put in starwars (episode 4) and watch it before going to bed.
These movies remind me of what a geek I am.
I find myself quoting those lines that are most memorable, and then remembering that I'm watching the movie alone, so it's basically the equivalent of talking to myself.
Yes. You read that correctly.
I am the coolest thing since... something vaguely lukewarm. Like... hot chocolate that's been out a while. Or... fast food that you decided not to eat until getting home.
Anyway that's all I wanted to say.
That I am:
a) very cool
b) very geeky
And that everyone should acknowledge this.
Thank you, and goodnight.
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It's finally happened. Me and my housemates have completely opposing sleeping patterns.
I went to bed early last night (11:30ish), and so although I'll probably go back to bed for lack of things to do, for all intents and purposes I'm up.
I went downstairs to get some water, and just as I passed my housemate's door her light went off.
Another is still awake working on an essay.
I was wondering how long it would take to get to this point,
So... back in kingston.
Whee!
I was sitting at home this morning and rob made me drive him to school, so I figured I may as well just dump all of my crap in the car and get back here.
And now... well I guess I'll go pick up my plane tickets. I can't think of anything else to do.,
(Claire, there are still pictures of us on the computer. The one of me from that christmas machine in the eaton's that one year, and the other ones from first markham. We are super-all-stars),
Gah!
Okay. I applied for a promotions volunteer-ish position on campus, and I'm meant to be finding out today whether I got it.
One other girl applied. We interviewed yesterday... I'm so freaking impatient.
All I've done this morning is watch the snow fall (why it's snowing I don't ask), watch bad family channel movies ("Full court miracle" and part of"miracle in lane 2") and check my e-mail.
I mean... if I don't get the position it's not the end of the world (although I'd absolutely love it) but I just want to KNOW. I can't concentrate on reworking my freaking theatre history essay.
Okay... so a little more than a break, but regardless.
I've got one journal left to go, a review to write the last two thirds of and another to rewrite. Then I'm meant to edit an essay... but let's face it that's not going to happen.
It's almost 5. I can do this though. Right? Right. I've got... 5 hours left until class. This journal will take 15 minutes but I give it a half hour. Each review about an hour of work left to do (maybe a bit more)...
Maybe I will have time for the essay?
Or... yeah I'm not going to be able to fix up a research essay tonight. Oh well. It's the thought that counts, right? The thought's enough to bring up my 68?
It's okay though. Because I can just keep whispering "Last day of class" in my head until it's over.
And then I've got exams and I'm off.
As of right now... 30 days until I leave for England.
I'm excited. And nervous about writing more essays. I need good grades on SOMETHING.
Oof. Okay. Time to get back to work.
* also I'd like to point out that it's gotten to the point where I have to step over binders to get to the door. And that's not even talking about the "clothes corner", as the part of the floor next to my bed has become.
Okay. Why is it that whenever I have a ton of work to do I start feeling all emo-kid, and sit around doing nothing instead of having any motivation at all.
*sigh*
I have a funny feeling that my grades this year are going to have been crap. And it's not like I can blame life turning to crap first semester because my grades then weren't bad.
Although that may have had something to do with using school and everything else as a distraction, and refusing to have a free moment.
Not that I wasn't still the queen of slackers.
I still am, you know... I'm writing in here, and feel awesomely productive, and it's lovely. And I'm getting nothing done, and I'm perfectly aware I won't start 'til 2am or so.
The only thing I've done tonight so far is spatter a white teeshirt with fake blood for my acting scene tomorrow. And borrowed Geoff's hat so that I can cover my hair to play a guy. Without the hair it's pretty easy for me to pass, so it's less work than it might be for some people. Whee for not being super pretty and girly! It has a use!
I will post more later.
Now... break for an apple and juice.
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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