I Fought the Sloth, and the Sloth Won

Robyn left Friday. My mind, she is blown. She left so suddenly, and now Katherine has all this space in her room which formerly was Robyn's space. It is most confusing. It makes me feel better, though, that Robyn probably feels better being at home.

This weekend has been pretty good in some ways. I kept crossing paths with the Glen Gang, but didn't actually manage to talk with them much until tonight, when I found them for dinner. Friday I went snowboarding with Jacob and successfully freaked him out of his X-tremeness on one of the black diamond runs. I also biffed out nicely trying to do a rail. Go me. Saturday I did... nothing, really. A bit of work, I guess. I took an unplanned nap, courtesy of my history book. In the evening I watched movies by myself and wrote letters to various people. Sunday I slept in immoderately late, then went skating with Mike and Maral, which was fun. The weather was gorgeous and the canal was packed. I got back, did (I guess, I don't really remember or care) a little bit of work, and then went to say hi to Katherine and Yuna. Katherine has brought her Germany album back from Toronto, so I had a look at that. She also brought back homemade brownies, good girl that she is. A nice phone conversation with my 'rents and my sister, and then a phone call to Laura, rounded out the evening.

I have been feeling sort of blah lately. The cause of this remains unclear, but there it is: sort of blah. Eat, sing, sleep, run, talk on phone, read, procrastinate.

This is what the caf toaster did to my toast at dinner. Mostly I'm just glad nothing burst into flames.

Oh, Those Russians

Russian military history is totally nuts. They can just keep running away across Siberia until eventually whoever's chasing them runs out of boots and warm coats. It's like they're bionic. I have a feeling I've spouted this insight before, but it's still true. And if they want to keep a given city, they can just shut the door until their enemy freezes, put their feet up, have some s'mores and vodka, and then (when they hear the "thud" of the enemy armies falling over dead) come outside and say, "Victory is mine!" Now that is the way to fight a war.

How I Am Going To Die

To borrow a phrase from Hissyfit , this is how I am going to die. It will be while playing this game: Squares. After days without food, drink, or sleep, I will simply wither away, still staring at the beautiful little squares, my back pathetically hunched and my eyes bloodshot. In my death throes, I will groove to the peppy techno backing music. It has me!

The Return of Naptime!

I find it particularly fabulous that Naptime has come and stolen my evening. At 6:30, I thought I would just close my eyes for an hour, which turned into an hour and a half. The hour and a half then chuckled malevolently, stretched its big, pillowy arms, and grew, grew into a nap that reached 9:30. Noooo! Bad Naptime! No biscuit!

"Happy" "Inauguration" Day

Day really doesn't need to be in quotation marks, but the others... well. I am nothing if not outraged

My parents can rest easy: I have sworn off men. At this point, any relationship at all seems not worth it. This may make me heartless and bad and all the rest, but I am returning to my earlier claim that all I need is my coffee, my friends, my TV, and my books. Nothing else. Other stuff gets in the way and makes me unhappy. I don't like to be unhappy. The end.

Suspicious Cafeteria Foods, Pt. II

Moldy cake, two pieces. HACK. GAG.

Joni, Diana, and I are psyched.

This one isn't especially special, I just enjoy the way that Drunk Ian appears to be hitting on Jesus Ian. Work that magic, Ian!

I'm the Queen of the Harpies, and Bev's head is my prey!

Rosina and Katherine on my birthday festival night. I am in a photo-posting mood tonight.

Plan B

Rats! Katie can't come this weekend. Apparently she wants to go to a lifeguard tryout to get a job and make, like, money to live on or something. I cannot imagine why she should need to do such a thing. But I hope she does well in her tryout.

I can still pretend she's here. "This is my friend Katie... she's real, she's real!"

And now I may have to do work this weekend.

choir!

I officially love choir. The ORYC is much more disciplined and administrated than EIYC, but the choir vibe is there. They are uber, though. EIYC could be much more uber than it was if it would stop being such a social club... but then, half its reason for existing was to be a social club, and I really wouldn't change a thing. But I missed choir. It is so wonderful. And you can sing stuff like "In a red petticoat and a green jacket, a white hose and a greena" without feeling too ridiculous. Also, you can (as I did) run across people who went to your elementary school. Anybody remember Caitlyn from our grade four class? I recognized her, because she looks exactly the same. She didn't remember me, but I think I astonished her by saying "Is your name Caitlyn? Have you always lived in Ottawa? Did you used to live in Alberta? In Sherwood Park? OH MY GOD. I was in elementary school with you!" So that is my weird cool story of the day.

Just like me, they went to see Closer

Last night I went out to a movie with Chris. We cleverly managed to show up at the same theatre as everyone else we know, at the same time. Please note the cleverly punny post title. It's a song, people! A song. And we got lost on the way, for we are big pinners, and were forced to see Closer instead of Kinsey, which was sold out. The girl at the box office remarked helpfully of Closer, "There's lots of sex in that one!" Thanks for shouting that, Box Office Girl. Now give us the tickets. And she was wrong: there is almost no sex at all in Closer, just four people talking incessantly about sex, for an hour and a half. Fascinating in a way, but also wearying. Just go see a therapist, characters! After the movie, we went back to our normal nerve centre, 10th Glen, and sat talking for several hours and then I started falling asleep all over the place and left. Although I did meet three cool people, friends of Chris and Jesus Ian's from high school. I think.

In other news, Katie is coming to visit me. (!!!) She'll be here next weekend, and should expect to be dragged around and shown off to everyone. "Here is my brilliant and charming friend Katie. She's going to be a vet, and she's from Al Birda, just like me! Love her, for she is fabulous!" We are going to have SO MUCH FUN. Eat your Wheaties, Katie. Also, less excitingly, my wisdom teeth are coming in. Indra's started coming in a few days ago, and mine followed suit. I had forgotten what teething feels like.

Punk in Drublic?

It is the morning after my first Hull outing, my first exercise of my legal status superpowers, and I feel okay. Ears ringing, but not hung over or injured, etc (don't worry, Ma!). This is what comes of being the soberest or second-soberest person at one's own birthday party. It was quite fun, your standard bar experience, I guess. Most excitingly, I was not puked on at all! Somebody seems to have bled a few drops onto Saille's arm, but she didn't have any open wounds or anything at the time, so we should be okay regardless of the high Squick Factor. Anyway... I drank a bit, I danced a lot, mostly with Chris, I went to Zak's Diner with the gang and had coffee and garlic cheese bread, and was in bed by 4:00 a.m. Not bad.

Also, I didn't get back until four and I'm awake now. Indra didn't come out (despite having said she would!) and is still asleep. Who wins the Insomniac Sweepstakes for today, then, eh?

Sing once more!

Hooray! I am in a choir now. Joyousness. The Ottawa Regional Youth Choir, to be precise, and the audition did not (contrary to what I'd been told) involve any sight-reading. I got my history exam back (85%! Woo!) and my French class was cancelled. This has been the best day ever.

Sing, my angel of music!

Snowboarding with Jacob today was wicked. He's actually quite good, considering it was his first day. We got horribly, horribly lost on the way to the hill... and also coming back from the hill, we were thwarted by road closures. All the same, we managed to shave 45 minutes off the drive on the return journey! The Eastern snow was much better than I had been led (by Mum!) to expect.

Speaking of Mum, and of Dad, I received a most wonderful surprise birthday cake by special delivery to the res desk today. Thank you! I haven't eaten any of it yet, but it is gorgeous and I will probably have some tomorrow with a bunch of the folks.

And lastly, the Glen Girls and Katherine, Robyn, and I went to a movie tonight. So I have finally seen Phantom of the Opera! I didn't like it, but I loved it. We spent about an hour afterwards talking about it and listening to the songs (hooray for downloading) and debating the relative merits of Raoul, the square-jawed, slightly tedious good suitor, and the Phantom, that prototypical stalker/tutor/admirer/tortured genius. A good time was had by all, and we freaked out the guy at the bus stop by singing and talking loudly. He edged away from us, "edged" in this instance meaning, "rapidly motored about 20m".

Oh, God, it is time to get down to work. Consider it done.

Error. Error.

Okay, I am dumb. I am in section B in economics, and section A of everything else. I mistook the "section" column for the "this is your grade" column. But, after checking again, I realized I have an A in poli-sci. Thank goodness.

Also, I am dumb because I forgot my snowboarding goggles and helmet in the Park. But at least I have my board and boots. Anyway, the flight back to Ottawa was fine. The airline considerately seated me next to a girl from my French class, Alex, and we talked. She fell asleep on the edge of my computer while I was watching West Wing, but she was easily moved. I forgive her.

So here I am again. Welcome to semester two. Let's hope it's a gooder.