"I might have an emotion"

Today is the last day I will live in res. I'm supposed to check out by 6 p.m. and have been quietly noting the "lasts" all day:last lunch in the caf, last first-year exam I will write (woo!), last dinner in the caf, last time I'll see the gals from the floor, last time I'll look out my window to see the little squadron of hipsters smoking in the rain, last Daily Show with the 10th Glen Girls, last night I'll sleep in "my" room. Last time I'll have any really pressing reason to walk to res from anywhere on campus. Also, joyously, the last fire drill! Yes, that's right, at 1 a.m. we had a fire drill. We were outside for half an hour, at least. Not cool. Anyway, everyone's been getting all verklempt about leaving. Even Katherine, she of the black heart and cool head, admitted that she had to leave somewhere because she was at risk of having an emotion (hey, family: "Dad, I had a feeling today!" Well, don't, son." "Emotions are for ethnic people.")

My last exam went pretty well. I was making up generalities for my last essay, because I really just wanted to get out of there. In the morning Katherine's mum will come with their giant old Caddy and start moving stuff. Apparently the trunk is big enough for several bodies. Maybe it'll even take us less than four trips to get all our stuff over to the apartment. Currently I'm at three suitcases, three largish cardboard boxes, and four small "sweater" plastic boxes. Uh oh.

I have not even begun taking down my quotes'n'lyrics wall. It's my great work of art for the year, and I tried to only put up songs that felt important on a given day. This means that a lot of the songs are quite sad, because sad and important is easier to pull off than happy and important. In short, I think the quote wall disassembly is when I'm going to lose it. But I haven't lost it yet, so there's hope! And it's not as though I'm going anyplace horrible. I'm quite glad to be going home; I just wish I could do it without leaving school.

Anyway, congratulations, all. We made it! One down and three to go. And it is time for me to go to bed because I am exhausted. Goodnight!

Leaser of Two Evils

Sorry. The sad part is, that's only the second-worst pun I've made today. Anyway, the big excitement of today is that Katherine and I have signed a binding legal document. Hooray! The apartment is ours as of May 1, and I could not be happier about it.

In other news, it looks like we're girding ourselves for an election soon. And I'd only just gotten over the excitement of the last one -- I was actually looking forward to a government with the Liberals in charge but the NDP having enough power to make a significant difference in policies. And I don't have my political science classes anymore to help me keep on top of things. Perhaps I shall have to think critically on my own. Alas! Speaking of poli sci, the exam for that was today and it went... all right. I think I could probably have used a few more concrete examples in my essays, but overall it was tolerable. The "identify and explain the significance of" section was fine, so that's something.

Home in 16 days!

The Wedding

Well, I've been seeing some footage of it and have become morbidly fascinated by the hats. They are amazing and terrifying all at once. Here are some brief notes:

1. You know your wedding is classy when the people marrying right after you are called Mr. Tom Crapper and Miss Deborah Biltcliffe. She must really love him, to give up a perfectly snotty name like Biltcliffe in favour of being Mrs. Crapper. Either that or young Master Crapper is loaded.

2. Camilla... Milly. Can I call you Milly? Please don't unravel wicker breadbaskets and put them on your head, dear. She really doesn't seem like a bad woman, but a little dignity is called for. That goes for the rest of you, with the flugle horns, feathers, birdcages, and Spanish galleons on your noggins.

3. William! To quote the Bard, "shut yo' mouth, boy! You catchin' flies?" None of the girls will think you are hot anymore if you walk around looking toothsome all the time, Wills.

4. From what I've seen on The Daily Show, Anglican prayers are intensely depressing.

5. All men, everywhere, should wear tailcoats and pinstriped trousers, always. There is not one guy at that wedding who didn't look his best.

I supposed without the crazy hats we can't know we're in Merrie Olde Englande. Head-mounted chamber pots/pheasants do maintain the mystique of the Isles. Anyway, congratulations to the happy couple, and I hope their honeymoon is as wonderful as a honeymoon in Scotland can ever be.

I Have an... Apartment

It's a little bewildering to be able to say that. Soon I'll be able to say, "hey, guys, let's go back to my place and hang out" and be totally unsupervised, like a grownup or something. No parents, no res fellow. Weird. Katherine and I kept saying, when we were looking for a place, that we were surprised potential landlords didn't look us up and down and say, "Nice try, girls. What are you in, grade six? Seven, maybe? The gig is up, now go home!" Anyway, we have a place. Two bedrooms, one of which is big enough for two. Big living room. Plain walls. Venomous orange carpet, to be covered with area rugs. No dishwasher, but whatever. And I sent the photos to my mum and dad, and they pass the Mum Test, so all is well. It's in a decent part of town, and all is well.

Exams are coming. Dun dun dunnnnnn.

Long Time, No Blog

It's me again. Surprised? I've been super-busy, doing... well, I don't even know what. School, going to a rock show (it was HARDCORE, man!), looking for an apartment, getting ready for exams, it's all taking up time. Also, I'm extremely lazy and every time I look at this blog, I have to look at the broken, broken format and it makes me sad that I don't technically know how to fix it, nor do I really want to learn how. I'll get into the template and fiddle around with stuff, maybe that'll help.

Anyway, life continues as usual. The trip to Toronto for Easter was awesome, and I met basically the entire population of the city. There is some mad civic pride going on down there! You can tell that people are really proud to live where they do, it's not that they deliberately centre their lives on their city. It's just that it's the only city in Canada that is big enough that you could live there and never have to leave, yet never get really bored. Anyway, it's a good time. I recommend it for a visit.

Since Easter, life has been fairly quiet. I took Jacob to church with me on Saturday, thereby freaking out Fr. Andre. Apparently we are not used to outsiders at St. Margaret Mary's, because when Jacob asked for a blessing instead of the bread and wine, the good padre looked a little shell-shocked. Ironically, we went on the day that the Pope passed away. I can't be too sad that he's gone, because he was having such health trouble that I don't know how much he'd been enjoying life. No matter how bravely or cheerfully he suffered, there's only so much a man should have to endure, and he's gone on to a better place.

I have to go finish my journaux de bord for French class. They're due in five hours and I still have one to finish writing up. All will be well!