Wednesday was fairly uneventful, as days go. I went funeral-wear/"office attire" shopping with my daddy, which was a dull process. Basically, I had my daddy pick out black skirts and jackets and some dress shirts and I tried them on. But we met Melly and Aunty Joanne and Aunt Joan at the mall, so they gave their professional opinions on the matter. Melly sympathized with the fact that everyone was playing dress-up with me lol. In the end, we got a knee-length black skirt, a shorter black jacket, and a black pair of dress pants. And it was decided that I need a red dress shirt because red is a power color. However that and another shirt more appropriate for a funeral will be forthcoming as they didn't have any shirts in my size. And then I went and saw Narnia with Mark in the evening, which was delightful.
I went to the dentist this morning. Look mom, no cavities! And I was also told that I have beautiful teeth, my outfit was cute, and my dentist thinks I floss. Really, quite productive.
My daddy and I went into my grandma's this evening, but I didn't get to see her as she was sleeping. And they have her on morphine all the time, so even when I do get to see her it's not like she's very "there" most of the time anyway. But my Uncle Bill and Auntie Maria are up, so my daddy took Uncle Bill out for a drink, and I stayed and visted at the house. I was walking into the living room with my grandpa, and all of sudden he just grabbed me and hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. Not that that doesn't happen often, just usually it's not so spontaneous. I thought he was going to break down on me for a minute. You know, I think my grandpa needs us more than my grandma does. I mean, my grandma is the heart of our family; she sees that everything runs like it's supposed to and organizes all the family engagements and I just don't know what he's going to do without her.
There are times that I really wish that I could pray, because I don't think that I'm going to be strong enough on my own. But I really don't know whether or not I believe in God. I don't even know if I ever have, which is odd as I was raised in the Church. I would like to believe that there is a God, I really would, but I just can't believe that a God would allow so much suffering in the world, especially to such good people. And I really don't believe any of this "free will" nonsense either. I just don't know what I believe. But I wish I could have my family's faith. They all seem to find so much comfort in praying and in entrusting everything to God. And it's just...not something that I feel capable of doing. I've tried, so many times, but I just can't.
But I suppose such is life. Somebody has to be the non-believer.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
The Day In Which Mare Did Almost Absolutely Nothing
Actually, that's not entirely true, as I did run some rather non-important errands this morning. Such as going to the bank and Staples. But then I came home and watched movies and cooked supper. How exciting. However, Evan called me at 7pm, so I went in to see him for an hour. God forbid I come home past 10pm and my mum can't sleep because she knows I'm going to get into an accident. *rolls eyes* Anyway, it was fun, we did nothing interesting.
Tomorrow I have to go funeral-wear shopping with my dad, so that should be interesting. And then maybe I'll call Mark, as I haven't seen him since before Christmas. Wow, what an interesting life I lead. I know you love it. lol
Tomorrow I have to go funeral-wear shopping with my dad, so that should be interesting. And then maybe I'll call Mark, as I haven't seen him since before Christmas. Wow, what an interesting life I lead. I know you love it. lol
Monday, December 26, 2005
amazing
how much time I have to post now that I have nothing better to do. And really, I have nothing to talk about for today. I wandered about the house, complained about how bored I was, watched half an hour of three different movies, and then went to my grandma's for the evening. Exciting, I know. So I shall leave off rambling and hope for an exciting story to tell you tomorrow.
"Ninety percent of everything is crap" - Theodore Sturgeon
"Ninety percent of everything is crap" - Theodore Sturgeon
The Christmas That Was
Christmas really wasn't Christmas this year. I mean, I don't particularly ever look forward to Christmas, so most of the time it's just another day that I have to spend with my family, but this year it was different. Christmas just...was. I mean, don't get me wrong, everyone pitched in and everything turned out well, but it's not the same without my grandma. She managed to get up for half an hour while we were opening presents, and I got to see her for a few minutes later when she was awake, but it still didn't feel right. It didn't have the same atmosphere. Instead of my grandma and me in the kitchen, it was me and my parents. And my daddy and my uncle tim cleaned up afterward, which is just completely wrong because my grandma NEVER lets anyone but me help her clean up after dinner. And she wasn't bustling around making sure everyone has drinks and food and making my cousins and me stand in front of the Christmas tree for pictures after we got all dressed up for Church. At dinner, I sat in her chair and it just wasn't right. Christmas isn't Christmas anymore.
Friday, December 23, 2005
One day...
...my life will return to normal. But until then I suppose I shall just have to live with whatever happens. Whatever will be, will be....que sera, sera. Hmmm, sounds rather spanish.
Right, so spent this morning doing laundry and was about to put the cookie dough onto trays (barefoot and in the kitchen, I might add) when my dad walks in (off of work early) and asks me if I want to go to town. So I put the cookie dough in the fridge and skipped off in search of Mark's Christmas present (which is nowhere to be found...seriously, I looked in like 8 stores). Instead, I got money to pay for my license plate sticker and some pocket money and visted my grandma. And was told I looked like a hutterite. Seriously, it was just a skirt! I walk into my grandma's bedroom, "look grandma, I'm wearing your skirt!" "Oh, you look like a hutterite". What is up with my family abusing me today? When I told my dad that I was barefoot and in the kitchen, thus it may be rather difficult to go to town, he said "good, right where you should be". Granted, it was in a joking tone, but that seems to be how the Wellers like their women; barefoot and pregnant, cooking something in the kitchen. And then, when I told him I lost some of my freshmen 15 but was still a little over 120, he was all "wow, talk about your hippopotamuses". Geez.
Mark came over for a few hours today, which was nice as I haven't seen him in like, a week. Again, I was barefoot and in the kitchen finishing up the cookies when he arrived, but really, what is a girl to do?
My mother is seriously depressing me the more I'm at home. Today's lovely bit was (addressed to my father) "if she's going to go, I hope she goes while Mary-Ellen's at home so it doesn't interfere with school". Yes, I hope my grandma dies while it's convienent for me to attend the funeral. That's really my first concern. Gah. Anywho, I have a breakfast to go to tomorrow. At probably bloody 9 o'clock in the morning. My God, that's early.
Right, so spent this morning doing laundry and was about to put the cookie dough onto trays (barefoot and in the kitchen, I might add) when my dad walks in (off of work early) and asks me if I want to go to town. So I put the cookie dough in the fridge and skipped off in search of Mark's Christmas present (which is nowhere to be found...seriously, I looked in like 8 stores). Instead, I got money to pay for my license plate sticker and some pocket money and visted my grandma. And was told I looked like a hutterite. Seriously, it was just a skirt! I walk into my grandma's bedroom, "look grandma, I'm wearing your skirt!" "Oh, you look like a hutterite". What is up with my family abusing me today? When I told my dad that I was barefoot and in the kitchen, thus it may be rather difficult to go to town, he said "good, right where you should be". Granted, it was in a joking tone, but that seems to be how the Wellers like their women; barefoot and pregnant, cooking something in the kitchen. And then, when I told him I lost some of my freshmen 15 but was still a little over 120, he was all "wow, talk about your hippopotamuses". Geez.
Mark came over for a few hours today, which was nice as I haven't seen him in like, a week. Again, I was barefoot and in the kitchen finishing up the cookies when he arrived, but really, what is a girl to do?
My mother is seriously depressing me the more I'm at home. Today's lovely bit was (addressed to my father) "if she's going to go, I hope she goes while Mary-Ellen's at home so it doesn't interfere with school". Yes, I hope my grandma dies while it's convienent for me to attend the funeral. That's really my first concern. Gah. Anywho, I have a breakfast to go to tomorrow. At probably bloody 9 o'clock in the morning. My God, that's early.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
The Black Dress
I'm back in the Fort for a while. On the way home, we stopped in to see my grandma, but we couldn't stay long because she was feeling really ill. Once we got home, my parents told me that next time I have a chance, over the break, I should go by myself a nice black dress, you know, "in case of interviews and thing, and if something happens with your grandmother".
It's not enough that I had to sit by my grandma's bed and talk to her cheerfully while watching her slowly dieing in front of me, hopped up on morphine that isn't taking away the pain well enough. I have to be told to go buy a dress for the funeral over Christmas break. I know, it shouldn't bother me this much. I expect all this. I expected to be buying an outfit to wear to her funeral in the very near future. But to hear it vocalized so often...it just hurts so much. But I'm supposed to be the listener so my mother can tell me all her worries and fears, and so I can't tell her how much it hurts. I just get to smile, and pretend I'm strong enough for both of us. But I'm not.
It's not enough that I had to sit by my grandma's bed and talk to her cheerfully while watching her slowly dieing in front of me, hopped up on morphine that isn't taking away the pain well enough. I have to be told to go buy a dress for the funeral over Christmas break. I know, it shouldn't bother me this much. I expect all this. I expected to be buying an outfit to wear to her funeral in the very near future. But to hear it vocalized so often...it just hurts so much. But I'm supposed to be the listener so my mother can tell me all her worries and fears, and so I can't tell her how much it hurts. I just get to smile, and pretend I'm strong enough for both of us. But I'm not.
Boys are not responsible enough to have penises.
I've decided, and it's final. Some random drunk guy wandered off the elvator last night and into our wing. My first thought was "oh my god, my room is open". So rachel, steph, and I jumped up to go lock our doors (and good thing, too). I saw him go into our bathroom, but didn't think much of it at the time. Clearly, my room was more important, especially as he came out of the bathroom and tried to get into Ifeoma's room (next door). Apparently, he was looking for "tara" on "11 Mac". Ya, this is 9 Henday. So he went upstairs to 10, because clearly 10 H is 11 Mac. Clearly.
So after he left (after pounding on the elevator doors, because obviously that will make the elevator come) I went into the bathroom and decided to look to make sure everything was okay before using aforementioned bathroom. Everything was NOT okay. In fact, it was FAR from okay. There was a puddle on the floor, in front of the step to the urinals. And in steph's, Jenn's, Lian Feng's, and my bucket of hygeine stuff. Ya, that's right, Drunk Guy urinated all over our floor and stuff. I'm talking our toothbrushes, shampoo, etc. Ew. Just EW. So Rachel, Steph, and I spent an hour cleaning it all up and bleaching...after we found bleach, that is. Seriously, 8 mac is my favorite floor right now because out of like, 5 floors that we checked, they're the only one that had bleach. I have no toothbrush right now because I had to throw it out. And my scrubby, and various other things. And my retainer has to be sanitized because I can't go without it. EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW.
Drunk boys suck.
So after he left (after pounding on the elevator doors, because obviously that will make the elevator come) I went into the bathroom and decided to look to make sure everything was okay before using aforementioned bathroom. Everything was NOT okay. In fact, it was FAR from okay. There was a puddle on the floor, in front of the step to the urinals. And in steph's, Jenn's, Lian Feng's, and my bucket of hygeine stuff. Ya, that's right, Drunk Guy urinated all over our floor and stuff. I'm talking our toothbrushes, shampoo, etc. Ew. Just EW. So Rachel, Steph, and I spent an hour cleaning it all up and bleaching...after we found bleach, that is. Seriously, 8 mac is my favorite floor right now because out of like, 5 floors that we checked, they're the only one that had bleach. I have no toothbrush right now because I had to throw it out. And my scrubby, and various other things. And my retainer has to be sanitized because I can't go without it. EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW.
Drunk boys suck.
Monday, December 19, 2005
too much floor bonding
Yesterday was actually fairly fun. Mainly because I did practically no studying. But that's alright as I maxed out the studying today. We (being Dan, Melissa, Alison, Brant, Adam, and I) got into a rousing discussion yesturday about far too personal things. I don't remember what it started with, but in ended with Adam telling us all just exactly what Mark and he talked about the other night and then we moved on to female masturbation. Oh, what fun. I think we're getting far too comfortable with each other lol.
Another case in point, last night, I was going to go to bed after talking to evan on msn for awhile (1:00 am-ish) but decided to see what was going on in the lounge first. Well, apparently they had already watched Between the Sheets, and were killing half an hour so they could watch Sex Tips for Women. Needless to say I decided to join the party lol. So Dan, Siobhan, Jamie, Adam, Brant, Melissa, Dana, and I sat together for an hour and watched two sex shows, killing ourselves laughing and making fun of everything we possible could. As I said...far, FAR too comfortable with each other.
*sigh* I have to get back to stat now. It's just that seductive lol. Good luck with your last exams everyone!
Another case in point, last night, I was going to go to bed after talking to evan on msn for awhile (1:00 am-ish) but decided to see what was going on in the lounge first. Well, apparently they had already watched Between the Sheets, and were killing half an hour so they could watch Sex Tips for Women. Needless to say I decided to join the party lol. So Dan, Siobhan, Jamie, Adam, Brant, Melissa, Dana, and I sat together for an hour and watched two sex shows, killing ourselves laughing and making fun of everything we possible could. As I said...far, FAR too comfortable with each other.
*sigh* I have to get back to stat now. It's just that seductive lol. Good luck with your last exams everyone!
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Make it Stop!
I hate studying. Especially for stats. I've almost made it through chapter nine today, which means I have 6 chapters to go by 9am tuesday. Hot. I think I'll go sit in the caf later to study or summat and stay up real late. Not that studying is going to help me much when I really don't understand, but I can try.
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That math exam went terribly. I got 94/200, and it was worth 50% of my mark, so I ended up with a C-. *sigh* At least I passed. I never want to even look at another math class ever again. Ew.
My mum called me on my cell today and told me to call her back quick, so I ran down to a payphone and called her back. "Okay, do you have your cell phone?" Of course I bloody well didn't. Why the hell would I bring my cell with me unless I was a) going somewhere else after, or b) you told me to? Seriously, brain cells are for using. And then she tells me she has to go because she's going to Aunty Joanne's, and slips in an "Oh, we saw your grandmother today, she told me she doesn't think she'll make it to Christmas". You know, that's really what I wanted to hear while I'm trying to study. That may sound incredibly selfish, but it is was it is. I have to read the updates on how grandma isn't going to live much longer and how bad she looks in every fricking email and every phone call. I would like, just during finals, to only have to worry about myself, because I'm already on the verge of a nervous breakdown, thank you very much, and I don't need to be shoved over the cliff any quicker. Seriously, does she think I don't get it? Because I do. Every time she tells me. It's just that I can't do anything about it, I'm not God, and not entirely sure there is one anyway. Her telling me how bad things are doesn't make the situation any better. I just ... want it all to stop.
P.S.: Mark, if you're reading this, you still have to tell me what you want for Christmas.
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That math exam went terribly. I got 94/200, and it was worth 50% of my mark, so I ended up with a C-. *sigh* At least I passed. I never want to even look at another math class ever again. Ew.
My mum called me on my cell today and told me to call her back quick, so I ran down to a payphone and called her back. "Okay, do you have your cell phone?" Of course I bloody well didn't. Why the hell would I bring my cell with me unless I was a) going somewhere else after, or b) you told me to? Seriously, brain cells are for using. And then she tells me she has to go because she's going to Aunty Joanne's, and slips in an "Oh, we saw your grandmother today, she told me she doesn't think she'll make it to Christmas". You know, that's really what I wanted to hear while I'm trying to study. That may sound incredibly selfish, but it is was it is. I have to read the updates on how grandma isn't going to live much longer and how bad she looks in every fricking email and every phone call. I would like, just during finals, to only have to worry about myself, because I'm already on the verge of a nervous breakdown, thank you very much, and I don't need to be shoved over the cliff any quicker. Seriously, does she think I don't get it? Because I do. Every time she tells me. It's just that I can't do anything about it, I'm not God, and not entirely sure there is one anyway. Her telling me how bad things are doesn't make the situation any better. I just ... want it all to stop.
P.S.: Mark, if you're reading this, you still have to tell me what you want for Christmas.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
I'm tired.
Just tired. Of it all. Everything. I'm tired of having to be the one that my mother tells all her problems to and expects advice from. I'm thoroughly tired of being sick and not knowing what I have, and am somewhat worried that they sent me for another blood test without telling why or what it's for. I'm tired of studying despite the fact that I've barely studied at all. I'm tired of my mother telling me that I need to come for Christmas, basically come hell or high water, even though I have a mysterious virus and can't come home if I'm contagious. I'm tired of not being able to do anything other than hug my boyfriend because he has mono and I have some unknown disease. I'm tired of eating res food and feeling slightly nauseous everytime I go down to get something to eat. I'm tired of being stressed to the breaking point and knowing that I can't have a meltdown because I don't have time for it. I'm tired of feeling stressed even though I really don't have much reason to be this stressed. I'm just...tired.
I wish I could just get away. From everything. Just go somewhere where I don't know anyone and no one knows me and just be free of everything. And not have to worry about anyone's problems, not even my own, for just a little while. Even for just a day.
But I can't. I can't. I have to worry. About my mum's work problems, about my grandma, about exams, about being sick, about the future...And I don't know that I can handle it anymore. But I have to. I don't have any other choice. And I have to go study as I have two exams tomorrow.
I'll fall apart later, when I have time for it. But not now. Not now.
I wish I could just get away. From everything. Just go somewhere where I don't know anyone and no one knows me and just be free of everything. And not have to worry about anyone's problems, not even my own, for just a little while. Even for just a day.
But I can't. I can't. I have to worry. About my mum's work problems, about my grandma, about exams, about being sick, about the future...And I don't know that I can handle it anymore. But I have to. I don't have any other choice. And I have to go study as I have two exams tomorrow.
I'll fall apart later, when I have time for it. But not now. Not now.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Eww...mono...
That's right, Mark has mono! And strep throat. And I have something, but I don't know what. All I know is I can't talk nor swallow and my throat hurts. Owie. Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, but things have been a bit crazy and all. Y'all can relate, I'm sure.
I am definitely NOT ready for finals. I should have started studying ages ago, but I didn't. Because I hate studying and I don't want to be all hardcore this year like last year. And the year before that. And the year before that. Okay, I know I wasn't all that hardcore (definitely not Clare-hardcore), but still. Way too much stress. And I have enough stress to be doing with, thank you very much. I just can't handle it all anymore. I can't worry about finals AND my mum's work issues AND my grandma AND Mark being sick AND myself possibly getting sick AND what the hell am I going to do next year, and And AND. And it's not like I can just stop worrying about any of it, because I can't. So I just wall myself off from all of it for awhile and focus on one worry at a time, whichever is in front of me at the moment. Still though...do you think they can clone me? Because that would be great.
But alas, Mathematics calls. And my toothbrush. I even made out a schedule for today. Hopefully I'll follow it.
I am definitely NOT ready for finals. I should have started studying ages ago, but I didn't. Because I hate studying and I don't want to be all hardcore this year like last year. And the year before that. And the year before that. Okay, I know I wasn't all that hardcore (definitely not Clare-hardcore), but still. Way too much stress. And I have enough stress to be doing with, thank you very much. I just can't handle it all anymore. I can't worry about finals AND my mum's work issues AND my grandma AND Mark being sick AND myself possibly getting sick AND what the hell am I going to do next year, and And AND. And it's not like I can just stop worrying about any of it, because I can't. So I just wall myself off from all of it for awhile and focus on one worry at a time, whichever is in front of me at the moment. Still though...do you think they can clone me? Because that would be great.
But alas, Mathematics calls. And my toothbrush. I even made out a schedule for today. Hopefully I'll follow it.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Listeritis.
INFLAMMATION OF THE LISTER! AHHHHHH!!!! Mark has Listeritis. Well, he has something. Mono or strep or tonsilitis or some combination. Mmm, listeritis. So basically, we spent all day going from the clinic to the pharmacy to the faculty office to the pharmacy and then back home. It was quite the crazy day. Plus I had my spanish oral this morning, which I'm pretty sure I did well on. How 'bout you Willis?
Rachel, Jamie, and I dragged Jamie's mattress out into the corridor this evening and used it as a trampoline for awhile to try and loosen the springs up, but I don't think it worked. But hey, it was fun anyway.
I don't know what to do with myself. It's wierd...I have no homework that I technically need to do right now...and Mark is sleeping...and I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!! *sigh* You know your pathetic when...
Anywho...back to my boringness..
Rachel, Jamie, and I dragged Jamie's mattress out into the corridor this evening and used it as a trampoline for awhile to try and loosen the springs up, but I don't think it worked. But hey, it was fun anyway.
I don't know what to do with myself. It's wierd...I have no homework that I technically need to do right now...and Mark is sleeping...and I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!! *sigh* You know your pathetic when...
Anywho...back to my boringness..
Monday, December 05, 2005
Shopping = Hell^max
Mark and I went shopping yesturday for my secret santa presents, which turned out to be a horrible idea. But it had to be done. First of all, Mark is ill, so shopping probably wasn't a good idea for him. And then, there was some sort of parade happening on the second level, which meant I couldn't get up there to the stores I wanted to go to. *sigh* Plus Dennis is SO hard to buy for. Seriously, me + shopping + parade +being shoved by an old woman = a really frustrated Mare.
Anywho, I got out of english early today plus it's canceled on Wednesday, so I'm all good. Thank goodness term is almost over. Finals here I come.
"Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps, for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they ought to be. " -- William Hazlitt
"Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy. " -- Edgar Bergen, (Charlie McCarthy)
Anywho, I got out of english early today plus it's canceled on Wednesday, so I'm all good. Thank goodness term is almost over. Finals here I come.
"Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps, for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they ought to be. " -- William Hazlitt
"Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy. " -- Edgar Bergen, (Charlie McCarthy)
Saturday, December 03, 2005
3
3 is an interesting number. In math, it is the first prime number. It is often the largest number written with as many lines as the number represents (ie: Roman style III). It represents the Holy Trinity. It is the atomic number of lithium. It is the number of the car that Dave Earnhardt drove.
It is also the number of months that I was told the doctor gave my grandma to live.
It is also the number of months that I was told the doctor gave my grandma to live.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Dancing the Night Away
Steph, Dana, Kayleigh, and I were all herded into Devin's room this evening and we had a good time listening to music. And not just any music, good music. All the greats. Big band, swing, the Beatles, everything. And Steph and I danced. That's right, we danced. I looked like a fool, but it was so much fun. And Steph is an awesome dancer.
But you know what? We didn't listen to any Aretha Franklin. Shame on us.
But you know what? We didn't listen to any Aretha Franklin. Shame on us.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
I should update more often
I really am getting rather slacker-like. Oh Mare, look what uni has done to you.
Nine Lessons and Carols went well, I thought. My parents came, which was nice even if I didn't get to see them afterward. I was about ready to kill the photo guy though. Seriously, how many times do you need to test the flash before you're satisfied that it works? Honestly! Some people's children!
Yesturday was pretty routine other than the fact that I skipped stat to sleep. In fact, I came up to my room, dropped off my stuff (I was even still wearing my pyjamas), and went over to Mark's and crawled into bed with him (he didn't have class until 2 pm!!! Grrr.) until like, 12:30. It was delighful. And then I slacked off all afternoon and called my mother and then watched Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade with Mark. It was hott.
Oh, I was sleeping, minding my own business this morning, enjoying my sleeping, when I was rudely awakened by Mark shoving me off his shoulder and then him proceeding to roll over, taking ALL of the blankets with him, and then lying on top of them! The nerve of some people's children! I was freezing! And then, to add insult to injury, when I came back from the washroom, he had moved so he was taking up the entire bed! I was just not having that, so I poked him and told him to move over and give me covers because he was hogging them all. And he insists that he doesn't remember. lol. Psh. That's what I have to say!
My math teacher ended class 20 min early. It was creepy. And we had to do teacher evaluation. I felt really bad, but he's a terrible teacher. And I wasn't actually all that harsh on him. And we had guest speaker in Econ, so no notes HUZZAH!
Choir and dodgeball tonight. Rabe and I are making a sign for Mark to hold that will read "I want to have Adam's babies". That's right.
Nine Lessons and Carols went well, I thought. My parents came, which was nice even if I didn't get to see them afterward. I was about ready to kill the photo guy though. Seriously, how many times do you need to test the flash before you're satisfied that it works? Honestly! Some people's children!
Yesturday was pretty routine other than the fact that I skipped stat to sleep. In fact, I came up to my room, dropped off my stuff (I was even still wearing my pyjamas), and went over to Mark's and crawled into bed with him (he didn't have class until 2 pm!!! Grrr.) until like, 12:30. It was delighful. And then I slacked off all afternoon and called my mother and then watched Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade with Mark. It was hott.
Oh, I was sleeping, minding my own business this morning, enjoying my sleeping, when I was rudely awakened by Mark shoving me off his shoulder and then him proceeding to roll over, taking ALL of the blankets with him, and then lying on top of them! The nerve of some people's children! I was freezing! And then, to add insult to injury, when I came back from the washroom, he had moved so he was taking up the entire bed! I was just not having that, so I poked him and told him to move over and give me covers because he was hogging them all. And he insists that he doesn't remember. lol. Psh. That's what I have to say!
My math teacher ended class 20 min early. It was creepy. And we had to do teacher evaluation. I felt really bad, but he's a terrible teacher. And I wasn't actually all that harsh on him. And we had guest speaker in Econ, so no notes HUZZAH!
Choir and dodgeball tonight. Rabe and I are making a sign for Mark to hold that will read "I want to have Adam's babies". That's right.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
So Much Floorcest!
How much? SO MUCH! Seriously, 9H is floorcest central. Shall we see? Oh, let's:
Dan & Carol
Joel (facial hair) & Kaylyn
Arthur & Meaghan (sort of)
Jamie & Adam (newest couple!)
Wow, and I thought Mark's floor was bad because they have two couples. lol. Not that it's bad or anything. It's quite cute, really.
I was involved in a freak salt fight today. It was scarring. There I was, standing in the kitchen, making potato soup for lunch, when in comes Devin. I happened to have a bit of salt in my palm (way too much actually, but I'm inept at pouring), when Devin took the box from me, declared that there wasn't nearly enough salt in my soup, and proceeded to try and dump the enire box in. Naturally, I threw the salt I had in my hand at him and grabbed my soup away. He retaliated and escalated by throwing a full handfull of salt in my ear/hair/on my shoulder. Suffice to say I made my getaway whilest I could.
Choir went well.
And that has been a day in the Life of Mare.
Dan & Carol
Joel (facial hair) & Kaylyn
Arthur & Meaghan (sort of)
Jamie & Adam (newest couple!)
Wow, and I thought Mark's floor was bad because they have two couples. lol. Not that it's bad or anything. It's quite cute, really.
I was involved in a freak salt fight today. It was scarring. There I was, standing in the kitchen, making potato soup for lunch, when in comes Devin. I happened to have a bit of salt in my palm (way too much actually, but I'm inept at pouring), when Devin took the box from me, declared that there wasn't nearly enough salt in my soup, and proceeded to try and dump the enire box in. Naturally, I threw the salt I had in my hand at him and grabbed my soup away. He retaliated and escalated by throwing a full handfull of salt in my ear/hair/on my shoulder. Suffice to say I made my getaway whilest I could.
Choir went well.
And that has been a day in the Life of Mare.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
The World of Mare
It's been a while since I've posted. Not as long as some *coughKalyncough*, but still, it deserves a whipping with a wet noodle.
So Tuesday night I did not, in fact, follow the plan. Suprise, suprise. I went to Becky's birthday dinner. And then came back. I totally don't remember what I did after that. Probably something involving Mark. In fact, we may have watched a movie. I really don't know.
Wednesday was uberly uncool. I got home, Mark and I watched Kill Bill Vol One (terrible, by the by), I went to choir, I came home,watched dodgeball (we lost, as per usual. hey who saw that coming?) and somehow didn't manage to start my homework until like, 11pm. And thus I was up until 3 on Mark's floor doing my math assignment. But hey, I pretty much finished it.
Needless to say, Thursday was not a good day for me. I don't think I even did any homework except for my spanish. Hardcore.
Last night was Floormal/Floor formal. It was okay. My first experience in a cab went well, I thought lol. Mark and I cabbed home after supper as we didn't want to go to Rapid Fire, and spent the evening/early morning hours on his floor until I was unceremoniously kicked out at 2am to go to bed as I had to be at Education South at 8 15am. Woot.
And Rabe was just getting back as I was reaching the elevator, so we talked for half an hour before going to sleep. Go 5.5 hours of sleep! Rabe and I somehow managed to roll out of bed this morning, collect Brad, and make it to EDU at the appointed time. And carpooled with a guy named Mike (driver) and some other random dude. With whom we are carpooling tomorrow.
Rehersal/practice was okay. I was just majorly tired. And it was really long. And I fell asleep in the pews during the handbell's rehersal. But hey, I enjoyed my nap. So far today, I have accomplished finishing my composition, my span text homework, and laundry. Woot.
Howevah, I should go back to my "homeworking". Yes. Yes I should. Choir tomorrow.
So Tuesday night I did not, in fact, follow the plan. Suprise, suprise. I went to Becky's birthday dinner. And then came back. I totally don't remember what I did after that. Probably something involving Mark. In fact, we may have watched a movie. I really don't know.
Wednesday was uberly uncool. I got home, Mark and I watched Kill Bill Vol One (terrible, by the by), I went to choir, I came home,watched dodgeball (we lost, as per usual. hey who saw that coming?) and somehow didn't manage to start my homework until like, 11pm. And thus I was up until 3 on Mark's floor doing my math assignment. But hey, I pretty much finished it.
Needless to say, Thursday was not a good day for me. I don't think I even did any homework except for my spanish. Hardcore.
Last night was Floormal/Floor formal. It was okay. My first experience in a cab went well, I thought lol. Mark and I cabbed home after supper as we didn't want to go to Rapid Fire, and spent the evening/early morning hours on his floor until I was unceremoniously kicked out at 2am to go to bed as I had to be at Education South at 8 15am. Woot.
And Rabe was just getting back as I was reaching the elevator, so we talked for half an hour before going to sleep. Go 5.5 hours of sleep! Rabe and I somehow managed to roll out of bed this morning, collect Brad, and make it to EDU at the appointed time. And carpooled with a guy named Mike (driver) and some other random dude. With whom we are carpooling tomorrow.
Rehersal/practice was okay. I was just majorly tired. And it was really long. And I fell asleep in the pews during the handbell's rehersal. But hey, I enjoyed my nap. So far today, I have accomplished finishing my composition, my span text homework, and laundry. Woot.
Howevah, I should go back to my "homeworking". Yes. Yes I should. Choir tomorrow.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Frickin' Hell
I think that about sums up my present state. I am so tired, it's not even funny anymore. And I have so much homework, that I won't be sleeping for another few weeks. Until Christmas, probably. But that's okay. I can sleep over Christmas break.
The plan for today is: come home after stat, make/eat lunch, start english essay, decorate Becky's door for her birthday, spanish homework, stat reading, more english, start math. And somewhere in there I need to go borrow a dress from Becky and have supper. And sleep. But really, that's optional. Oh, and I have to have a shower as I was much too lazy to haul my ass out of bed when I was supposed to this morning. Yup, this was another stick-my-head-under-the-faucet morning. Sound like a good plan?
God this week is going to suck. And this weekend is going to suck because of choir. And December is going to suck because of exams. Seriously, someone kill me now.
The plan for today is: come home after stat, make/eat lunch, start english essay, decorate Becky's door for her birthday, spanish homework, stat reading, more english, start math. And somewhere in there I need to go borrow a dress from Becky and have supper. And sleep. But really, that's optional. Oh, and I have to have a shower as I was much too lazy to haul my ass out of bed when I was supposed to this morning. Yup, this was another stick-my-head-under-the-faucet morning. Sound like a good plan?
God this week is going to suck. And this weekend is going to suck because of choir. And December is going to suck because of exams. Seriously, someone kill me now.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
So much time, so little sleep.
Being as I have a shitload of homework to do this weekend, I meant to get a head start last night on some of it. Yes, meant to. But hey, good intentions are all that matter, right?
We borrowed Butterfly Effect from Brede last night, and Rabe, Mark, and I watched it in my (and Rabe's) room. It was fantastic really, I just got scared in a lot of part. lol. After the movie (10:30-ish), I escorted Mark home and saw him to bed (really, as I'm the one that made him sick in the first place, the least I can do is try to take care of him), and then wandered out into his lounge.
See, I was expecting to be called by Andrea to sign some friends in after they got back from the bar (not that it happened), so I decided to stay up, thus I had time to kill. So, I watched a bunch of guys play three-man (a drinking game which is quite entertaining, let me know if you want to know the rules) for an hour.
After everyone was drunk and the game wrapped up, Brad and I borrowed the Bourne Identity from Mattie, and headed over to 9H to watch it (CJ was playing video games on their tv). But alas, our tv was in use when we got here, so we went back to Mac and checked every frickin lounge for a vacant and usable tv, and came up with nothing. So back to 9H, and we just waited for the movie everyone was watching to finish.
A bunch of people that went to the Kegger came in, so some of them elected to watch the movie with us (Melissa, Adam, Leanna, Joel, Book, and later Kaylynn). By the end of the movie, Joel and Kaylynn had gone to bed, and Melissa and Adam and Brad were asleep. Josh and Melissa got Adam to his bed, and Leanna woke up Melissa, and Book went home, and Josh and Dana came out to watch Return of the Jedi.
Whilest trying to figure out how to operate the damn tv, Brad woke up and I think he ended up catching most of the movie. I saw up to the part where they just finished kicking Jabba's ass, and then I fell asleep. Hey, it was like 4:30am, can you blame me?
I woke up when someone was talking to Dan this morning (and why he was in the lounge eating, I have no clue), and Brad decided to go home for a few hours of sleep. I think it was about 6:30 or so. Who knows? I just mumbled something to Brad and gave him his shoes and climbed onto one of the couches (I was sleeping on the floor up to this point). When I actually woke up this morning at like, 8am, Dana was sleeping in the trough, and some guy that had been sleeping there as well was getting up. So I decided it was time to get up.
No naps today as I have too much to do. Woot for 10 am choir and 3.5 hours of sleep!
We borrowed Butterfly Effect from Brede last night, and Rabe, Mark, and I watched it in my (and Rabe's) room. It was fantastic really, I just got scared in a lot of part. lol. After the movie (10:30-ish), I escorted Mark home and saw him to bed (really, as I'm the one that made him sick in the first place, the least I can do is try to take care of him), and then wandered out into his lounge.
See, I was expecting to be called by Andrea to sign some friends in after they got back from the bar (not that it happened), so I decided to stay up, thus I had time to kill. So, I watched a bunch of guys play three-man (a drinking game which is quite entertaining, let me know if you want to know the rules) for an hour.
After everyone was drunk and the game wrapped up, Brad and I borrowed the Bourne Identity from Mattie, and headed over to 9H to watch it (CJ was playing video games on their tv). But alas, our tv was in use when we got here, so we went back to Mac and checked every frickin lounge for a vacant and usable tv, and came up with nothing. So back to 9H, and we just waited for the movie everyone was watching to finish.
A bunch of people that went to the Kegger came in, so some of them elected to watch the movie with us (Melissa, Adam, Leanna, Joel, Book, and later Kaylynn). By the end of the movie, Joel and Kaylynn had gone to bed, and Melissa and Adam and Brad were asleep. Josh and Melissa got Adam to his bed, and Leanna woke up Melissa, and Book went home, and Josh and Dana came out to watch Return of the Jedi.
Whilest trying to figure out how to operate the damn tv, Brad woke up and I think he ended up catching most of the movie. I saw up to the part where they just finished kicking Jabba's ass, and then I fell asleep. Hey, it was like 4:30am, can you blame me?
I woke up when someone was talking to Dan this morning (and why he was in the lounge eating, I have no clue), and Brad decided to go home for a few hours of sleep. I think it was about 6:30 or so. Who knows? I just mumbled something to Brad and gave him his shoes and climbed onto one of the couches (I was sleeping on the floor up to this point). When I actually woke up this morning at like, 8am, Dana was sleeping in the trough, and some guy that had been sleeping there as well was getting up. So I decided it was time to get up.
No naps today as I have too much to do. Woot for 10 am choir and 3.5 hours of sleep!
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Ouch.
Today was just full of painfullness. On my way out of the Dentistry/Pharmacy Building, I slipped and fell down the last three steps and wrenched my knee/hip, which was incredibly painful. Seriously, not only are those marble steps, but my leg definitely does not bend that way. And then I got hit in the face in dodgeball. Twice. Just ouch.
Mark has officially caught my flu. I enjoy sharing. Anyone else want some germs? I know where to send you. Because I no longer have the germs. Mare is no longer sick. Huzzah.
Mare out.
Mark has officially caught my flu. I enjoy sharing. Anyone else want some germs? I know where to send you. Because I no longer have the germs. Mare is no longer sick. Huzzah.
Mare out.
Because December is almost here...
I thought you might enjoy this bit of holiday fun I tripped over: Holiday Eating Tips . Seriously, you need to follow those tips!
Fuck.
That's right, FUCK. You know what, I'm tired of having to change myself for people. I'm done. This is who I am. DEAL. It's not like I TRY to be a bitch. I don't INTEND to be an ass. But whatever.
I'm sorry, I'll go rant on my private blog now. Y'all shouldn't have to deal with my issues.
I'm sorry, I'll go rant on my private blog now. Y'all shouldn't have to deal with my issues.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Curses, foiled again!
So I went and got my flu shot yesturday, and guess what. I got sick. I've been up since 2am because I couldn't sleep and then was paying homage to the porcelain god for half an hour. Just ew. Needless to say, I didn't go to classes today. Instead, I've spent the morning alternating between sleeping and watching tv with Arthur and Meagan. And now I get to see if I can keep lunch down. Yay.
So basically, today has sucked. I wanted to go visit my grandma, but that's out of the question. Instead, I shall go take a shower. Everyone loves to be clean.
So basically, today has sucked. I wanted to go visit my grandma, but that's out of the question. Instead, I shall go take a shower. Everyone loves to be clean.
Monday, November 14, 2005
Sleep?
What sleep? I don't sleep! Sooo unfashionable. Oh god, I'm tired. This weekend was absolute crap, other than when I was at Mark's on Sat/Sun. On the way home, mum and dad and I stopped to visit grandma. We got there just in time to be part of the Annointing of the Sick. Father Jim came up from Wetaskawin just to see grandma. It was really...emotional. I just about started crying so many times. But I didn't. Because Wellers don't cry, remember? Except my daddy was tearing up pretty bad during the Annointing. It was...weird. I've never ever seen my daddy cry. It simply is not done.
I hadn't seen Father in ages, so it was kind of nice to see him again. Usually, I'm really awkward around priests, but not with Father Jim. He's too much like my daddy. They grew up together, in fact. He even gave me a hug on his way out.
You would think I would have been smart enought to get my homework done this weekend, but, true to form, I didn't. Well, not all of it. I left some math, english and stat until Sunday night, which coincidentally happened to be laundry night. Needless to say, I didn't get to bed until quite late. And didn't get my english or stat done. Whoo.
Got my flu shot today, so hopefully I shan't get sick. Hopefully.
The elevators aren't working again. *sigh*. I hate elevators.
I hadn't seen Father in ages, so it was kind of nice to see him again. Usually, I'm really awkward around priests, but not with Father Jim. He's too much like my daddy. They grew up together, in fact. He even gave me a hug on his way out.
You would think I would have been smart enought to get my homework done this weekend, but, true to form, I didn't. Well, not all of it. I left some math, english and stat until Sunday night, which coincidentally happened to be laundry night. Needless to say, I didn't get to bed until quite late. And didn't get my english or stat done. Whoo.
Got my flu shot today, so hopefully I shan't get sick. Hopefully.
The elevators aren't working again. *sigh*. I hate elevators.
Friday, November 11, 2005
More News
Grandma went in for surgery early this morning, but they weren't able to remove the tumor because it's too intertwined with the stomache and pancrease. Instead, they cut off some nerves so she wouldn't be in pain, and re-routed some things in the pancrease through the stomache, or some such. After she recovers from the surgery, they're hoping to start her on chemo (if she agrees) to see if it will help any, because they're not sure that it will. After that, if it helps, they may see about removing the tumor later.
It's all my mum's been talking about all day, and I'm getting tired of it. It just isn't the way things are done in my family, and she doesn't understand that. Her and Aunty Sandy feel the need to talk about it constantly. She's been on the phone all day telling everyone and repeating herself 20 times a conversation. It jsut...grates on me. I don't think my dad can handle it anymore either, because he snapped at her for it before supper. Which made her go off to her room crying. Which made my dad go down to talk to her and they got in a fight. Again. Funny thing, they pretty much only fight when I'm home. Most of the time when it's just them, they get on just fine. Correllation? I think so.
I don't even know why I bother coming home anymore. There isn't much point, as grandma's at the U of A hospital anyway, and I really don't like coming home. Besides, this isn't home anyway. Just a place where I used to live. I want to go home.
It's all my mum's been talking about all day, and I'm getting tired of it. It just isn't the way things are done in my family, and she doesn't understand that. Her and Aunty Sandy feel the need to talk about it constantly. She's been on the phone all day telling everyone and repeating herself 20 times a conversation. It jsut...grates on me. I don't think my dad can handle it anymore either, because he snapped at her for it before supper. Which made her go off to her room crying. Which made my dad go down to talk to her and they got in a fight. Again. Funny thing, they pretty much only fight when I'm home. Most of the time when it's just them, they get on just fine. Correllation? I think so.
I don't even know why I bother coming home anymore. There isn't much point, as grandma's at the U of A hospital anyway, and I really don't like coming home. Besides, this isn't home anyway. Just a place where I used to live. I want to go home.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Happy Post 401. Because I missed 400.
Perhaps a few days doesn't seem like a break from posting, but it is for me. I have my emotions under control again and continue on in true Mare fashion: like nothing is wrong.
Personally, I think my family would be oh-so-proud of me. Like a true Weller, I shoved my emotions back down into a little bottle and stuffed that bottle in a trunk and tucked it away in the corner. That is what my family does when something is wrong or they're hurting from something; shove it away until it's well-hidden. And you know, I prefer it that way. It hurts less when you pretend it's not there. Yes, I still tear up a little sometimes, but the trick is to not think about it. My grandma is already planning Christmas. From her hospital bed. Despite the fact that she'll proabably either be too weak from chemo to do anything, or dying. The plan is for us women to be in the kitchen cooking and preparing everything, decorating and such, and grandma will supervise. (Yes, we're a rather old-fashioned, women in the kitchen, men on the couch enjoying themselves family.) However, if that's what makes her happy. At least it's something to live for.
Anywho. I've nothing interesting to tell you.
There's no crying in baseball.
Personally, I think my family would be oh-so-proud of me. Like a true Weller, I shoved my emotions back down into a little bottle and stuffed that bottle in a trunk and tucked it away in the corner. That is what my family does when something is wrong or they're hurting from something; shove it away until it's well-hidden. And you know, I prefer it that way. It hurts less when you pretend it's not there. Yes, I still tear up a little sometimes, but the trick is to not think about it. My grandma is already planning Christmas. From her hospital bed. Despite the fact that she'll proabably either be too weak from chemo to do anything, or dying. The plan is for us women to be in the kitchen cooking and preparing everything, decorating and such, and grandma will supervise. (Yes, we're a rather old-fashioned, women in the kitchen, men on the couch enjoying themselves family.) However, if that's what makes her happy. At least it's something to live for.
Anywho. I've nothing interesting to tell you.
There's no crying in baseball.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Sometimes, Hope Just Isn't Enough.
Mum phoned today when I was pretty much completely unclothed as I was going to go for a shower, so I had to throw my clothes back on and go down to the payphone. The payphone that I normally use is out of service, and the phone I like to use was already in use, so I had to use one of the phones in main lister, by the doors to Kelsey and Mack. And I didn't have my keys, so I locked myself out, basically.
So, the gist of the conversation was the surgeon has to remove half of my grandma's pancrease with the tumour and it's cancerous, but we don't know how much it has infected the pancrease already. But basically, she's dying. And there isn't anything I can do about it.
I probably won't feel like posting for awhile, but I'm sure you'll understand.
Sometimes, hope just isn't enough.
So, the gist of the conversation was the surgeon has to remove half of my grandma's pancrease with the tumour and it's cancerous, but we don't know how much it has infected the pancrease already. But basically, she's dying. And there isn't anything I can do about it.
I probably won't feel like posting for awhile, but I'm sure you'll understand.
Sometimes, hope just isn't enough.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Call Maintenance
Right, so today was fairly uneventful (homework, laundry) until I went to visit my grandma in the hospital. She's getting so weak, and so tired. She's lost over 20 pounds in a month. And now she's losing her spirit. Apparently, there isn't anything wrong with her spleen, it's her pancrease. It has a tumor. And they don't know if it's cancerous yet. But if it is, she'll die. And I don't know if I can handle that. And I don't want to talk about this anymore, because I can't cry here. Not in front of my parents. I just...can't. Just Mark and Rabe. They've seen me at my worst already lol.
Other than that, my day has been relatively normal. Lack of homework, but always is on Saturdays. *sigh* I can't wait to get home (home being Lister, of course). I miss my room and my floor and my rabe and my mark. It's just not the same here.
Other than that, my day has been relatively normal. Lack of homework, but always is on Saturdays. *sigh* I can't wait to get home (home being Lister, of course). I miss my room and my floor and my rabe and my mark. It's just not the same here.
Friday, November 04, 2005
SO over high school
So last night was awards night. Woot. What a complete waste of time. Seriously, if I didn't need to get my yearbook, I wouldn't have gone. Mrs Collins drove us in, and as soon as I stepped into SAL, all I could think was "Ew. BUUHHHHHH. EWWW." Oh yes, I am over high school. To the point where I would really just rather not step foot in the place. Seriously guys, I know you think I'm being dramatic, but I really hate the place. Cool to the min. Anywho, we were there, we got our awards (I'm sorry, but I didn't get honors XII, they were just handing them out like candy), and booked it out of there. Oh pardon me, we stopped so Mark could have a chat with Iris Evan. Buuuhhhh. What a hoe. lol. Sorry, I've ranted at length about her hoe-ness, so I shan't here. "You're such a bright boy...I can tell, you'll go far....you'll have lots of obstacles, but I know you can overcome them..." Buuhhh. Iris Evans, you're a creeper. And she needs me guys. Iris Evans needs me. Because I'm in economics. Creeper. Creepa.
Anywho, Rabe got back in time for dodgeball, and I went and watched OC with Mark in 9H common room, then over to his to read Henry IV. Which did not, in fact, happen. Due to our lack of sleep, both of us managed to fall asleep. And I accomplished nothing but setting the alarms when I heard CJ come in because I was too damn lazy and tired to go back to my own room. And, let's face it, I really prefer not to sleep alone. I know, I'm a wuss, but I can't helpt it.
Anyway, this morning the first alarm goes off at 7, which is all good. I get up, turn off the alarm, push the button so the second alarm is on and go brush my teeth and wash off my make-up from the night before. So far, so good. I crawled back into bed (really, I had to be up for 8, who wants to get up early?), and fell back asleep. And woke up at 830. Because the alarm didn't go off. And I had class in TL basment at 9. OH CRAP. Actually, I believe I said "Oh shit, Mark wake up! It's 830 and we have class at 9!" "I'm awake. What are you doing here?" lol. OH BURN!
Boy, did I book it out of there. And was properly laughed at in the elevator by Brede, Tiffany, and two other people that I don't really remember. Everything was still hazy. I literally ran down the hallway to Henday and managed to catch Rabe coming out of our wing. I just grabbed my books, a sweater (I was wearing my tank top and pants from the day before...buuhhhh I hate sleeping in my clothes), and my coat and we made it to TL like, 5 min early. Oh, Mare you RULE!
Anyway, that was my excitement for the day. Have a quote: "In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be. " ~ Hubert H. Humphrey
Anywho, Rabe got back in time for dodgeball, and I went and watched OC with Mark in 9H common room, then over to his to read Henry IV. Which did not, in fact, happen. Due to our lack of sleep, both of us managed to fall asleep. And I accomplished nothing but setting the alarms when I heard CJ come in because I was too damn lazy and tired to go back to my own room. And, let's face it, I really prefer not to sleep alone. I know, I'm a wuss, but I can't helpt it.
Anyway, this morning the first alarm goes off at 7, which is all good. I get up, turn off the alarm, push the button so the second alarm is on and go brush my teeth and wash off my make-up from the night before. So far, so good. I crawled back into bed (really, I had to be up for 8, who wants to get up early?), and fell back asleep. And woke up at 830. Because the alarm didn't go off. And I had class in TL basment at 9. OH CRAP. Actually, I believe I said "Oh shit, Mark wake up! It's 830 and we have class at 9!" "I'm awake. What are you doing here?" lol. OH BURN!
Boy, did I book it out of there. And was properly laughed at in the elevator by Brede, Tiffany, and two other people that I don't really remember. Everything was still hazy. I literally ran down the hallway to Henday and managed to catch Rabe coming out of our wing. I just grabbed my books, a sweater (I was wearing my tank top and pants from the day before...buuhhhh I hate sleeping in my clothes), and my coat and we made it to TL like, 5 min early. Oh, Mare you RULE!
Anyway, that was my excitement for the day. Have a quote: "In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be. " ~ Hubert H. Humphrey
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Oh Mare...
I'm, once again, cheating. But you know what, I've had 4 and a half hours of sleep, so if it bothers you, you can just...go over there! That's right, I said it! OH BURN!
I was called "doll" and "babe" today, within two mintues of each other. It was just a little creepy. Okay, yes it was Matteo (guy from spanish), but still. I don't particularly like being called "doll" and "babe" by people I don't really know all that well. It's just...creepy. But whatcha gonna do?
I don't know about this going to Rachel's math class. It means I have 5 classes mon/wed, and 4 fri. Seriously, by the end of english, I'm completely and utterly bushed. Muy consada. But I guess it's helping, so I shall continue to soldier on.
Speaking of english, I'm pretty sure I bombed that in-class essay. But you know what? I couldn't give a flying fuck. I'm just too tired. This is way too IB for me. I need more sleep. Fricken choir and awards night messing with my procrastinating.
I'm going home friday night. Poor Rabe shall be oh so lonely.
I was called "doll" and "babe" today, within two mintues of each other. It was just a little creepy. Okay, yes it was Matteo (guy from spanish), but still. I don't particularly like being called "doll" and "babe" by people I don't really know all that well. It's just...creepy. But whatcha gonna do?
I don't know about this going to Rachel's math class. It means I have 5 classes mon/wed, and 4 fri. Seriously, by the end of english, I'm completely and utterly bushed. Muy consada. But I guess it's helping, so I shall continue to soldier on.
Speaking of english, I'm pretty sure I bombed that in-class essay. But you know what? I couldn't give a flying fuck. I'm just too tired. This is way too IB for me. I need more sleep. Fricken choir and awards night messing with my procrastinating.
I'm going home friday night. Poor Rabe shall be oh so lonely.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Another boring day.
Well, what can I say? I've become a fairly infrequent poster. I'd like to say that this is because I have a life, but then I'd be lying. Because I don't have a life. And it's not like I'm too busy doing homework either. I'm just too damn lazy. That's right, I'd rather be lying on a couch out in the lounge with my floor or watching a film on Mark's than thinking up boring posts for you guys to read. But really, it's not like you're waiting with baited breath for my posts anyways. Be still your beating hearts.
I think my Spanish mid-term went well today. It seemed really easy, so hopefully I didn't do too badly. I was talking to Richelle and Ashley after class and they both said it was easy, so I'm going to go with the universal opinion of "it was easy". Sound good? I thought so.
I hate Halloween. Why must you people tempt me with chocolates? WHY?! You know I have no will-power and cannot resist chocolate-peanut buttery goodness. It's quite unfair. How am I supposed to fit into my grad dress for Floormal? Seriously, if I can't fit into it, there will be Hell to pay. A lot.
Mare out.
PS, read the last personal in the Gateway, it's hilarious!
I think my Spanish mid-term went well today. It seemed really easy, so hopefully I didn't do too badly. I was talking to Richelle and Ashley after class and they both said it was easy, so I'm going to go with the universal opinion of "it was easy". Sound good? I thought so.
I hate Halloween. Why must you people tempt me with chocolates? WHY?! You know I have no will-power and cannot resist chocolate-peanut buttery goodness. It's quite unfair. How am I supposed to fit into my grad dress for Floormal? Seriously, if I can't fit into it, there will be Hell to pay. A lot.
Mare out.
PS, read the last personal in the Gateway, it's hilarious!
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Stellar
So today was just fan-bloody-tastic. Absolutely stellar. Actually, it started out well, and just sort of slid slightly down-hill from there. Choir was good, other than the having to get up for it part. Seriously, 10am is just too early. I enjoy the no sectionals on Saturdays. In fact, I enjoy the no sectionals full stop.
Lugging my suitcase to the LRT station was less than fun. I got a LOT of really odd looks from people. But whatcha gonna do? At least I got to have a nice chat with a U of L grad as we walked towards HUB. Apparently, he's going to Germany next week and was stopping by to see a friend, except he didn't know where HUB was, so I pointed it out to him. He's an econ major as well, and he was telling me how much he enjoyed it. But he said the first two years are pretty hard. Fantastic.
Anywho, my dad decided to take me straight to my grandma's so I could see her for a few hours this weekend, which was the whole reason I came home. It was...not good. She's lost soo much weight, and she's really jaundiced. And they don't know what's wrong. She's going for more testing, but I'm almost afraid to find out. So, it was kind of sad visiting today. But she's staying really positive, and it's great to see her, especially if there's something really really serious wrong. I just... I don't know. I don't know if I can handle it. At least I have Mark to take care of me when I can't take it anymore and get myself rather inebriated, eh? lol
I actually got all my laundry done today. Now comes the homework...I hate homework. And I never do it. Well, that's not entirely acurate. I DO do it, just not well...and not before like, 1030pm..lol. God I'm lazy. And fat. That's right, I am well on my way to the frosh 15...5 more pound to go and I'm there! Woo. Good job Mare. You deserve a gold star. anywho..I should go do homework. Woot.
Lugging my suitcase to the LRT station was less than fun. I got a LOT of really odd looks from people. But whatcha gonna do? At least I got to have a nice chat with a U of L grad as we walked towards HUB. Apparently, he's going to Germany next week and was stopping by to see a friend, except he didn't know where HUB was, so I pointed it out to him. He's an econ major as well, and he was telling me how much he enjoyed it. But he said the first two years are pretty hard. Fantastic.
Anywho, my dad decided to take me straight to my grandma's so I could see her for a few hours this weekend, which was the whole reason I came home. It was...not good. She's lost soo much weight, and she's really jaundiced. And they don't know what's wrong. She's going for more testing, but I'm almost afraid to find out. So, it was kind of sad visiting today. But she's staying really positive, and it's great to see her, especially if there's something really really serious wrong. I just... I don't know. I don't know if I can handle it. At least I have Mark to take care of me when I can't take it anymore and get myself rather inebriated, eh? lol
I actually got all my laundry done today. Now comes the homework...I hate homework. And I never do it. Well, that's not entirely acurate. I DO do it, just not well...and not before like, 1030pm..lol. God I'm lazy. And fat. That's right, I am well on my way to the frosh 15...5 more pound to go and I'm there! Woo. Good job Mare. You deserve a gold star. anywho..I should go do homework. Woot.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Massive Reorganization
I've started re-organizing my room. You know, changing some stuff up. I've stopped for a little while, but I'm not done yet. I dunno, it's just annoying me how un-organized I am right now. Which is odd, because normally it doesn't bother me. *shrugs* Whatever. It's getting done, and that's that.
I yelled at some boys in the elevator last night. 6 of them, all about a foot and a half taller than me. But hey, they deserved it. I mean honestly, who takes the elevator for three floors?! Too bad I didn't notice until the doors were already closed, or I would have told them to get off the goddamn elevator and walk. Lazy sods. lol. I was called a Nazi for telling them they were lazy and ought to be walking if they live on floor three. At least I don't get picked on by girls in the elevator!
Ooooo, I introduced Mark to Rutherford today. It was delightful. I heart Rutherford. Seriously, if I had to pick one library to use for the rest of my life, it would be Rutherford. It's just that hott.
Okay. There's this couple (except they aren't a couple, just friends, but they always come into the class together) that always come in like, 2 minutes before class and walk right in front of my view, so I always see them. Anywho, the guy (Mr Fluffy Hair, shall we say?) doesn't always sit with the girl (hmmm, let's call her Miss I-Don't-Believe-In-Wearing-Clothing), but they always sit in the same area, on the far side of the room. And every time they walk by, Miss IDBIWC is wearing a micro-micro-mini skirt that is barley covering the essentials. And I mean barely. As in, if she even leans forward, you'd be getting a view of something that you shouldn't be. And to complete the non-outfit, she's always wearing a smaller top that exposes part of her naval and sooooo not sensible shoes. EVER! Seriously, this is Alberta. We get snow. It's cold. I'm really intersted to see what Miss IDBIWC wears once it hits negitive temperatures. Because I'm pretty sure Mr FH isn't going to be lending her his coat. I mean really, it's not like their dating, and in -25 degree weather, no one wants to give up their jacket. Especially to someone who is very literally freezing their ass because they don't have enough brain cells to figure out that cold = death to people with no clothes. But hey, with any luck, she won't figure it out and she'll get frostbite and not be in class. After all, the whole reason we have winter is to kill off all the girls who insist on wearing not sensible, slutty non-clothing, right?
That's my rant for the day. Mare out!
I yelled at some boys in the elevator last night. 6 of them, all about a foot and a half taller than me. But hey, they deserved it. I mean honestly, who takes the elevator for three floors?! Too bad I didn't notice until the doors were already closed, or I would have told them to get off the goddamn elevator and walk. Lazy sods. lol. I was called a Nazi for telling them they were lazy and ought to be walking if they live on floor three. At least I don't get picked on by girls in the elevator!
Ooooo, I introduced Mark to Rutherford today. It was delightful. I heart Rutherford. Seriously, if I had to pick one library to use for the rest of my life, it would be Rutherford. It's just that hott.
Okay. There's this couple (except they aren't a couple, just friends, but they always come into the class together) that always come in like, 2 minutes before class and walk right in front of my view, so I always see them. Anywho, the guy (Mr Fluffy Hair, shall we say?) doesn't always sit with the girl (hmmm, let's call her Miss I-Don't-Believe-In-Wearing-Clothing), but they always sit in the same area, on the far side of the room. And every time they walk by, Miss IDBIWC is wearing a micro-micro-mini skirt that is barley covering the essentials. And I mean barely. As in, if she even leans forward, you'd be getting a view of something that you shouldn't be. And to complete the non-outfit, she's always wearing a smaller top that exposes part of her naval and sooooo not sensible shoes. EVER! Seriously, this is Alberta. We get snow. It's cold. I'm really intersted to see what Miss IDBIWC wears once it hits negitive temperatures. Because I'm pretty sure Mr FH isn't going to be lending her his coat. I mean really, it's not like their dating, and in -25 degree weather, no one wants to give up their jacket. Especially to someone who is very literally freezing their ass because they don't have enough brain cells to figure out that cold = death to people with no clothes. But hey, with any luck, she won't figure it out and she'll get frostbite and not be in class. After all, the whole reason we have winter is to kill off all the girls who insist on wearing not sensible, slutty non-clothing, right?
That's my rant for the day. Mare out!
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Sanity? What?
I have come to the conclusion that I or my floor or Mark or all or some of us are crazy. We (mark, my floor, and possibly me) had a two-hour conversation about who would win in a fight: veloca raptor or silver-backed gorilla. Which turned into shark vs gorilla, which turned into gorilla vs eight raptors, which turned into what if the gorilla was a jedi, what if the raptor was a jedi, the jedi council would never allow a raptor jedi, and so on and so forth. They even brought it up at the floor meeting, which inspired what if the raptor was a sith? Is this sleep deprivation talking, or are we just crazy? Or both?! That is the question.
We had floor photos yesterday, which was an incredibly painful experience. Seriously, they were like an hour behind schedule, and it took another hour to get our photos done. One semi-formal, one silly. Oh ya, lab coats rule. In the group before us, there was a guy wearing a sports cup. Just a sports cup. Taped on, in fact. *shudder* I think I've been scarred for life. Seriously, no one wants to see that! Too bad no one thought to steal his clothes until too late lol. Ah well.
Oh, I did crap on my stat exam (65%, which mark says is a C+), so that's just dandy. But I have to go homework it up.
We had floor photos yesterday, which was an incredibly painful experience. Seriously, they were like an hour behind schedule, and it took another hour to get our photos done. One semi-formal, one silly. Oh ya, lab coats rule. In the group before us, there was a guy wearing a sports cup. Just a sports cup. Taped on, in fact. *shudder* I think I've been scarred for life. Seriously, no one wants to see that! Too bad no one thought to steal his clothes until too late lol. Ah well.
Oh, I did crap on my stat exam (65%, which mark says is a C+), so that's just dandy. But I have to go homework it up.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
So...
Sorry, I meant to post yesturday, but it just didn't happen. I had a hangover and then I was busy lying around on the couch...you know, just being a "lazy sod", as I was called last night *wink*. So...Friday night...
I went to WEM with Mark (first time on a bus, which was really rather uncomfortable), and then when I got home, I was feeling rather depressed so I got some timbits, popcorn, a cooler, and crawled into bed with Harry Potter. Oh, I was livin' it up. Rabe went to go fetch Clare for a sleepover, so I sat around in my room, on my comp and drank some more. Why? Well, just some family shit that I'd rather not talk about. Suffice to say I don't normally drink alone in my room. You'll just have to take my word for it *smile*. Anywho, by the time Rabe got back I was talking with Mark on MSN (rather ineptly), and she cut me off at 2 1/2 coolers. Which was probably a good thing, as I'm a VERY cheap drunk. Then I stumbled my way over to Mark's (walls are my friend) and had a good cry and was duly made fun of for my inebriated state by CJ. But hey, I was the one getting up at 9am the next morning for choir, hangover and all! HA! I WIN!
Choir was actually not bad other than my raging headache. Vibralto girl only annoyed me a few times, amazingly enough. And I basically spent the rest of yesterday doing laundry, lying on the couch, and ... that's it really. Mark and I watched High Fidelity at his (I don't know how I feel about that movie. Rather odd.), and then we came back here where I had every intention of going to bed. But then Adam brought out Batman Begins, so of course I had to watch it! Thus Mare didn't go to bed until like, 2 45am. Oh Mare. I also had every intention of staying in bed until noon, but my mum phoned me at twenty past ten, so I got up. *shakes fist and mutters* stupid phone... Anywho, I have to go return an email.
I went to WEM with Mark (first time on a bus, which was really rather uncomfortable), and then when I got home, I was feeling rather depressed so I got some timbits, popcorn, a cooler, and crawled into bed with Harry Potter. Oh, I was livin' it up. Rabe went to go fetch Clare for a sleepover, so I sat around in my room, on my comp and drank some more. Why? Well, just some family shit that I'd rather not talk about. Suffice to say I don't normally drink alone in my room. You'll just have to take my word for it *smile*. Anywho, by the time Rabe got back I was talking with Mark on MSN (rather ineptly), and she cut me off at 2 1/2 coolers. Which was probably a good thing, as I'm a VERY cheap drunk. Then I stumbled my way over to Mark's (walls are my friend) and had a good cry and was duly made fun of for my inebriated state by CJ. But hey, I was the one getting up at 9am the next morning for choir, hangover and all! HA! I WIN!
Choir was actually not bad other than my raging headache. Vibralto girl only annoyed me a few times, amazingly enough. And I basically spent the rest of yesterday doing laundry, lying on the couch, and ... that's it really. Mark and I watched High Fidelity at his (I don't know how I feel about that movie. Rather odd.), and then we came back here where I had every intention of going to bed. But then Adam brought out Batman Begins, so of course I had to watch it! Thus Mare didn't go to bed until like, 2 45am. Oh Mare. I also had every intention of staying in bed until noon, but my mum phoned me at twenty past ten, so I got up. *shakes fist and mutters* stupid phone... Anywho, I have to go return an email.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Mad Math SkillZ to the Max
We had a math party last night. That's right, a math party! Andrea, Clare, Rabe, and I had a mad math party, complete with popcorn, smarties, and cola. We ended up getting a lot done. In fact, Andrea and I managed to finish the assignment! HA! We also scared a number of people with our shouting and hijinx (plural). In fact, Dana decided just to watch us make fools of ourselves because we were much more interesting than tv. Who'd have thought?
And I've discovered that being nice to people on our floor pays off. For example, I let Adam copy a question from me (really, what's one whole question, especially when there are potentially four of us doing the exact same thing?). Later, when I needed help with implicit differentiation and Clare and Rabe had given up, Adam gave me his to copy, and in the process, I actually managed to learn implicit differentiation. It was hott stuff.
And then I had to go to Mark's to get help with one last question, and stayed there for a bit. Thus, Mare was up, once again, until 1am, when she meant to be in bed at like, 11pm. Oh Mare. But I got to meet the infamous Kritsin, CJ's person-of-interest, if I may steal Rabe's phrase. She's actually quite nice. Very thin eyebrows (think: over-plucked), but very nice nonetheless.
Oh, and I'm pretty damn sure I failed my Spanish oral, but I think I aced my stat midterm. It all evens out in the end.
And I've discovered that being nice to people on our floor pays off. For example, I let Adam copy a question from me (really, what's one whole question, especially when there are potentially four of us doing the exact same thing?). Later, when I needed help with implicit differentiation and Clare and Rabe had given up, Adam gave me his to copy, and in the process, I actually managed to learn implicit differentiation. It was hott stuff.
And then I had to go to Mark's to get help with one last question, and stayed there for a bit. Thus, Mare was up, once again, until 1am, when she meant to be in bed at like, 11pm. Oh Mare. But I got to meet the infamous Kritsin, CJ's person-of-interest, if I may steal Rabe's phrase. She's actually quite nice. Very thin eyebrows (think: over-plucked), but very nice nonetheless.
Oh, and I'm pretty damn sure I failed my Spanish oral, but I think I aced my stat midterm. It all evens out in the end.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Productivity is Down
Way down. Like, down to nothing. I'm meant to be studying for stat right now, but I'm not. I've probably studied for a grand total of an hour, maybe. But hey, I did study for my spanish oral tomorrow. And watched Mark's dodgeball. But that's about it. The "hey lets study at Mark's because I always get more done there" isn't working any more. Blast! Although, John did invite me to his this evening. It was a "hey Mary, I'm just down the hall in room 'such and such'. I'll be around after 8 if you want to drop by, wink wink". lol. Quite the offer, that.
So my math midterm today went horribly. And my prof hates me. I'm sorry the hate seems to have sloshed off me onto you as well Clare, as you really don't deserve it. I actually kind of feel guilty. I mean, he is a horrible teacher and I don't understand a thing he's doing, but I guess he actually cares when we're insulting his teaching in class. At least that's what I think the ignoring is about. Anywho, Mare has learned her lesson. She will no longer critisize her prof in his hearing. Just behind his back.
Anywho, I have to jet. Places to be, people to see...stat to study. Good night New York!
So my math midterm today went horribly. And my prof hates me. I'm sorry the hate seems to have sloshed off me onto you as well Clare, as you really don't deserve it. I actually kind of feel guilty. I mean, he is a horrible teacher and I don't understand a thing he's doing, but I guess he actually cares when we're insulting his teaching in class. At least that's what I think the ignoring is about. Anywho, Mare has learned her lesson. She will no longer critisize her prof in his hearing. Just behind his back.
Anywho, I have to jet. Places to be, people to see...stat to study. Good night New York!
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
It's been a hell of a week...
...and it's only Tuesday. Seriously, there has been some major suckage. I was up late on Sunday finishing up my essay because I'm a stupid git and didn't get it done earlier, so I really didn't want to get out of bed on Monday. But I did. I felt incredibly sick in the morning, which is really weird, because breakfast is my favorite meal. So after two spoonfuls of my oatmeal, I decided to give over as I really didn't want to sick up before spanish. That wouldn't have been cool. And I was really busy with school stuff for most of the day, so I didn't get anything to eat until almost 3pm. Which was just fine with me as even the thought of food made me feel nauseous. But both my econ and my english profs let us out a little early, so that was good.
I was up until 2am last night (or this morning, if you prefer) trying to study. I never get anything done here, so I've been taking my homework over to Mark's, and I actually do it. It's rather surprising. It might have to do with the fact that Mark orders me to do work everytime I start talking. Who knows.
I was up until 2am last night (or this morning, if you prefer) trying to study. I never get anything done here, so I've been taking my homework over to Mark's, and I actually do it. It's rather surprising. It might have to do with the fact that Mark orders me to do work everytime I start talking. Who knows.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Stupid Gossip...
Ok, I feel the need to clarify a certain piece of gossip which I have been informed has reached you guys. I AM NOT engaged. Mark thought it would funny to tell Andrea we were, but this is getting rediculous as somehow now EVERYONE seems to think so. And think Mare is prat. Mare will be making sure Mark tells Andrea it was a joke. Because this is no longer funny when people are actually believing this.
Mare out.
Mare out.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
The Word on the Grapevine
Mare has become the topic of gossip on 8 Mac. But more about that later.
I skived off Stat on Thursday to have a nap, which didn't happen due to Arthur. He decided to come in and have a chat with me. For 2 hours. Now, I like Arthur. He's a nice guy once you get past the creepy factor. But I was really tired, and really regreted my lack of sleep later because I was up until two trying to get my damn essay written. I have three paragraphs.
Yesturday was just as productive. Rachel's alarm clock went off and I somehow thought it was mine and started spasming trying to turn it off until apparently Rabe told me to lie down. It was a very confusing time. We (Clare, Rabe, Mark and I) went to the Pigless Roast for choir, which turned out to be very awkward as it wall all the hard-cores there. We left after like, an hour or so. Then I went and partied with 8 Mac on 10 Mac, and then back on 8 Mac with Mark. I have to say, cheap drunk that I am, two coolers made me falling down dizzy. Yet I was completely clear-headed. All very strange.
Anywho, on the the reason why Mare is the topic of gossip. On Thursday, CJ's parents came up and dropped some stuff off in his room and then they went out for lunch, so when I came up it was just Mark and I. Mark figured CJ's parents wouldn't be coming back to the room, so we locked the door and whatnot. And then CJ and his dad came up a little while later and needed to get in. He asked if Mark was in there with me, and when Mark said ya, apparently his dad said summat about "pull your pants up quickly, boy". CJ, of course, ran out to tell the entire lounge after, in great detail. Thanks Ceeg. And then this morning after I had left Mark's to go to choir, apparently John was talking to Mark and was all "so word on the grapevine is you and Mary were goin at it pretty rough last night". Oh, super. Why does 8 Mac feel the need to gossip about my life? I don't get it. Don't they have better things to discuss? It's just not cool. Especially all the jokes and snickers. Not cool at all.
K, that's my rant of the day. Mare, over and out.
I skived off Stat on Thursday to have a nap, which didn't happen due to Arthur. He decided to come in and have a chat with me. For 2 hours. Now, I like Arthur. He's a nice guy once you get past the creepy factor. But I was really tired, and really regreted my lack of sleep later because I was up until two trying to get my damn essay written. I have three paragraphs.
Yesturday was just as productive. Rachel's alarm clock went off and I somehow thought it was mine and started spasming trying to turn it off until apparently Rabe told me to lie down. It was a very confusing time. We (Clare, Rabe, Mark and I) went to the Pigless Roast for choir, which turned out to be very awkward as it wall all the hard-cores there. We left after like, an hour or so. Then I went and partied with 8 Mac on 10 Mac, and then back on 8 Mac with Mark. I have to say, cheap drunk that I am, two coolers made me falling down dizzy. Yet I was completely clear-headed. All very strange.
Anywho, on the the reason why Mare is the topic of gossip. On Thursday, CJ's parents came up and dropped some stuff off in his room and then they went out for lunch, so when I came up it was just Mark and I. Mark figured CJ's parents wouldn't be coming back to the room, so we locked the door and whatnot. And then CJ and his dad came up a little while later and needed to get in. He asked if Mark was in there with me, and when Mark said ya, apparently his dad said summat about "pull your pants up quickly, boy". CJ, of course, ran out to tell the entire lounge after, in great detail. Thanks Ceeg. And then this morning after I had left Mark's to go to choir, apparently John was talking to Mark and was all "so word on the grapevine is you and Mary were goin at it pretty rough last night". Oh, super. Why does 8 Mac feel the need to gossip about my life? I don't get it. Don't they have better things to discuss? It's just not cool. Especially all the jokes and snickers. Not cool at all.
K, that's my rant of the day. Mare, over and out.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Drama Drama Drama
Okay, just to make everything clear as I think Rabe was the only one who understood, I was joking the other day about the Harry Potter thing. Don't worry, I'm not going to get quite that personal with you guys. I'll save it for my diary.
Our floor is so filled with drama it's not even funny. I don't normally hear about the various goings on, but I did yesturday. That's what you get for being in the lounge.
After Janelle left at about 11 40-ish, I finished up my Spanish homework and Rabe and I did a Mar-run. I had pizza...mmmm....pizzaaaa *drool*. Anywho, I ate it in the common room and ended up hearing about the Dom/Adam/Third Party sitch. Quite the thing, apparently.
From what I was able to gather, Dom has been saying not nice things about Adam that may or may not be true, and this has been going on for like, a month. So Siobhan finally got Dom to go talk to Adam about everything last night, and apparently he bitched her out pretty bad. So after she went storming back to her own room, Siobhan went to talk to her, and then Dom came back out and was all "I'm not finished yet", so her and Adam went back to talk some more. Intense.
I missed what happened after that as I really needed to go to bed because 12 30 is a nice bed time. And screw the essay, who needs english? *sigh* I do. I shall have to lock myself away today and get all my homework done so I can sleep in tomorrow. Mmmmm....sleeep......*drool*.
Our floor is so filled with drama it's not even funny. I don't normally hear about the various goings on, but I did yesturday. That's what you get for being in the lounge.
After Janelle left at about 11 40-ish, I finished up my Spanish homework and Rabe and I did a Mar-run. I had pizza...mmmm....pizzaaaa *drool*. Anywho, I ate it in the common room and ended up hearing about the Dom/Adam/Third Party sitch. Quite the thing, apparently.
From what I was able to gather, Dom has been saying not nice things about Adam that may or may not be true, and this has been going on for like, a month. So Siobhan finally got Dom to go talk to Adam about everything last night, and apparently he bitched her out pretty bad. So after she went storming back to her own room, Siobhan went to talk to her, and then Dom came back out and was all "I'm not finished yet", so her and Adam went back to talk some more. Intense.
I missed what happened after that as I really needed to go to bed because 12 30 is a nice bed time. And screw the essay, who needs english? *sigh* I do. I shall have to lock myself away today and get all my homework done so I can sleep in tomorrow. Mmmmm....sleeep......*drool*.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Mark on Mare on Harry Potter Action
That's right, we've made a date to have sex on every Harry Potter book because really, who wouldn't? Rabe has, of course, been invited. *wink* Oh, I know you wish you could come, but you can't. This is by invitation only. Oh Mare, what has uni done to your innocence? Nothing of course, it was never there to begin with!
I was trying to read Chaucer last night and got practically nowhere. Seriously, what the hell was he thinking? It looks like he's only ever made it into grade one and is sounding out his words and then writing them down. It's painful. So painful Mark had to leave because I was trying to decipher it out loud. Oh, that's painful. Even Rabe was laughing at my attempts to make sense of the garbage passing itself off as literature. Clearly, somebody went wrong somewhere.
You know, sometimes I get rather concerned about the sanity of the people on my floor. Maybe sanity isn't the word I'm looking for. I'll let you find your own word.
There are people (just to CLARE-ify, multiple persons of both genders) that like to have "shower parties". This entails at least 5 people (sometimes more) all in a shower/bathtub together (although wearing swimsuits) and having...well...I don't know what. And I don't want to. I was going to say "a rockin' time", but then the word "orgy" popped into my head, and that seemed to work too. I'll let you decide what word you like best.
I have seen pictures, and I am disturbed. And slightly jealous that they feel that comfortable with each other. And disturbed that they feel that comfortable with each other. It's a big circle of concerned and disturbed. But what can ya do?
Have a shower party of your own.
I was trying to read Chaucer last night and got practically nowhere. Seriously, what the hell was he thinking? It looks like he's only ever made it into grade one and is sounding out his words and then writing them down. It's painful. So painful Mark had to leave because I was trying to decipher it out loud. Oh, that's painful. Even Rabe was laughing at my attempts to make sense of the garbage passing itself off as literature. Clearly, somebody went wrong somewhere.
You know, sometimes I get rather concerned about the sanity of the people on my floor. Maybe sanity isn't the word I'm looking for. I'll let you find your own word.
There are people (just to CLARE-ify, multiple persons of both genders) that like to have "shower parties". This entails at least 5 people (sometimes more) all in a shower/bathtub together (although wearing swimsuits) and having...well...I don't know what. And I don't want to. I was going to say "a rockin' time", but then the word "orgy" popped into my head, and that seemed to work too. I'll let you decide what word you like best.
I have seen pictures, and I am disturbed. And slightly jealous that they feel that comfortable with each other. And disturbed that they feel that comfortable with each other. It's a big circle of concerned and disturbed. But what can ya do?
Have a shower party of your own.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Pain. Lots and lots of pain.
Monday:
I basically baked and got my crap together for most of the day, and then my parents and I went to Mark's for the third and last Thanksgiving Dinner, which was fabulous as Mark's mum is a fantastic cook. Seriously, if I lived there you would have to roll me to school I would be so fat. Anywho, it was really good food and I had fun. Should't have had that second glass of wine, cheap drunk that I am, but I recovered my equilibrium by the time we got back to uni, and Mark was the only one who noticed.
After I finally got everything unpacked, I went to Mark's room and did some spanish homework I neglected over the weekend while Mark watched Bridget Jones 2. I think I eventually crawled into bed about midnight-ish and Mark went out into the lounge.
(Technically) Today:
Sometime in the wee hours CJ and Mark both eventually came in and, of course, CJ didn't turn off his phone because it has one of his three alarms. His phone rang 11 times in a period of less than 4 hours. ELEVEN TIMES! Seriously, I would like to put that boy in a sack and beat him to within an inch of his life as I had an Eight o'clock class and had to be up at 6 30. As both he and Mark could sleep through an air siren (I swear, they become temporarily deaf while they sleep. Talk about your subdued RAS!), neither of them heard the phone go off until the eleventh time. Whoever was ringing CJ deserves to be placed in the sack and beaten to within an inch of their life as well.
And THEN, after CJ had turned off his phone about 4 am, and I had finally gotten back to sleep, I had a horrible dream and didn't want to go back to sleep. So yes, I had practically no sleep whatsoever last night, and am concious due only to the coffee I've ingested today. Mare is feeling sorry for herself.
But she is going to go feel sorry for herself whilest she eats a delightful-tasting, homecooked meal that she brought from home. Mmmmm....real food.
I basically baked and got my crap together for most of the day, and then my parents and I went to Mark's for the third and last Thanksgiving Dinner, which was fabulous as Mark's mum is a fantastic cook. Seriously, if I lived there you would have to roll me to school I would be so fat. Anywho, it was really good food and I had fun. Should't have had that second glass of wine, cheap drunk that I am, but I recovered my equilibrium by the time we got back to uni, and Mark was the only one who noticed.
After I finally got everything unpacked, I went to Mark's room and did some spanish homework I neglected over the weekend while Mark watched Bridget Jones 2. I think I eventually crawled into bed about midnight-ish and Mark went out into the lounge.
(Technically) Today:
Sometime in the wee hours CJ and Mark both eventually came in and, of course, CJ didn't turn off his phone because it has one of his three alarms. His phone rang 11 times in a period of less than 4 hours. ELEVEN TIMES! Seriously, I would like to put that boy in a sack and beat him to within an inch of his life as I had an Eight o'clock class and had to be up at 6 30. As both he and Mark could sleep through an air siren (I swear, they become temporarily deaf while they sleep. Talk about your subdued RAS!), neither of them heard the phone go off until the eleventh time. Whoever was ringing CJ deserves to be placed in the sack and beaten to within an inch of their life as well.
And THEN, after CJ had turned off his phone about 4 am, and I had finally gotten back to sleep, I had a horrible dream and didn't want to go back to sleep. So yes, I had practically no sleep whatsoever last night, and am concious due only to the coffee I've ingested today. Mare is feeling sorry for herself.
But she is going to go feel sorry for herself whilest she eats a delightful-tasting, homecooked meal that she brought from home. Mmmmm....real food.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Family Love
We hosted the first of three turkey dinners I'll be attending this weekend last night. It was pretty good, all in all. Mark came over, and after dinner we had a walk in the field and he reminiced about when he was younger and the games they used to play in Broughton-Asley. It was quite fun listening to his stories. I love listening to people's stories. I don't know why, but something about it just facinates me. After all the family went home, Mark and my parents and I watched Hook, fabulous movie that it is. One day, I shall have a Peter Pan day and watch all the Peter-Pan type movies. Anywho, Mark went home, and I went to beddy-bye.
Today's dinner was aight. We went to my grandma's a little earlier because mum and I had to help cook and everything because neither of my grandparents are feeling all that well, so we helped out. The first thing I get when I walk in is:
"Let me look at you! Are you keeping the weight off?"
Thanks granmda, it's questions like that that let me know you really love me. Mind you, I shouldn't be complaining as she gave me $50. And then, as I was trying to get everyone dessert after dinner, my Uncle Don was all:
"Hey, Mary! This spoon is too big! I can't eat with this!"
And how is this my problem? I volunteered to fetch him a smaller spoon and got a "well, ya" in thanks. Can you feel the love? I was also told to "hit [him] up" with a couple glasses of water throughout the night. Lovely. And I helped grandma clean up the kitchen after, as per usual. And once again, I am the only grandchild to do so. No wonder my grandma likes me best.
But I suppose, at the end of the day, my family is still my family and I have to love them anyway. Doesn't mean I have to like them though.
Today's dinner was aight. We went to my grandma's a little earlier because mum and I had to help cook and everything because neither of my grandparents are feeling all that well, so we helped out. The first thing I get when I walk in is:
"Let me look at you! Are you keeping the weight off?"
Thanks granmda, it's questions like that that let me know you really love me. Mind you, I shouldn't be complaining as she gave me $50. And then, as I was trying to get everyone dessert after dinner, my Uncle Don was all:
"Hey, Mary! This spoon is too big! I can't eat with this!"
And how is this my problem? I volunteered to fetch him a smaller spoon and got a "well, ya" in thanks. Can you feel the love? I was also told to "hit [him] up" with a couple glasses of water throughout the night. Lovely. And I helped grandma clean up the kitchen after, as per usual. And once again, I am the only grandchild to do so. No wonder my grandma likes me best.
But I suppose, at the end of the day, my family is still my family and I have to love them anyway. Doesn't mean I have to like them though.
Friday, October 07, 2005
Hell Hath Abated?
We shall see. Today went pretty well, considering how bad the rest of the week was. I stayed at Mark’s last night, so he actually got up this morning for physics. I can be quite annoying in the morning lol. And I saw Theb, which is, as always, fantabulous! I managed to finish my stat homework during one of my breaks, which was hottastic, and I handed it in (along with my math assignment) on the way to econ. Can we say powerwalk?
My parents picked me up right after econ and we went into Sherwood Park to do grocery shopping and unmentionables shopping. Seriously, there are times I absolutely and positively hate being a girl. This was definitely one of them.
How hard is it to pick out a bra? Well let me tell you, it’s no picnic in the park. It took me half an hour to find three that actually fit me and that I WASN’T falling out of. It was a very painful half an hour. And I had to get a pink one because it was the only color left in the style that fit alright. PINK! I HATE pink with the burning passion of a thousand suns. And not just any pink, oh no. I could handle baby pink. I could handle ugly pastel pink. I could even handle that darker pink that you NEVER wear if you have red hair. But this, this I hate to look at. It’s hot, Barbie, oh-my-god pink. UGH! I was not a happy Mare. Not after trying on a dozen different bras. Not a happy Mare indeed.
And then the joyous event of grocery shopping! What fun! (OH, the sarcasm is almost painful.) And then home to put stuff away and start on laundry. Which I actually don’t mind at all.
I can’t say that I’m overly happy to be home. I mean, I like eating real food for a change, and it’s nice not to have to use a communal bathroom, and I do like seeing my parents once in a while, but I am rather tired of the constant bickering already. I’d really just rather stay in res if I’m going to have to be alternately bombarded with fighting and mollycoddling. Just not cool.
Anywho, I’m off to Bedforshire. Happy trails. And happy cookie-eating to Theb!
My parents picked me up right after econ and we went into Sherwood Park to do grocery shopping and unmentionables shopping. Seriously, there are times I absolutely and positively hate being a girl. This was definitely one of them.
How hard is it to pick out a bra? Well let me tell you, it’s no picnic in the park. It took me half an hour to find three that actually fit me and that I WASN’T falling out of. It was a very painful half an hour. And I had to get a pink one because it was the only color left in the style that fit alright. PINK! I HATE pink with the burning passion of a thousand suns. And not just any pink, oh no. I could handle baby pink. I could handle ugly pastel pink. I could even handle that darker pink that you NEVER wear if you have red hair. But this, this I hate to look at. It’s hot, Barbie, oh-my-god pink. UGH! I was not a happy Mare. Not after trying on a dozen different bras. Not a happy Mare indeed.
And then the joyous event of grocery shopping! What fun! (OH, the sarcasm is almost painful.) And then home to put stuff away and start on laundry. Which I actually don’t mind at all.
I can’t say that I’m overly happy to be home. I mean, I like eating real food for a change, and it’s nice not to have to use a communal bathroom, and I do like seeing my parents once in a while, but I am rather tired of the constant bickering already. I’d really just rather stay in res if I’m going to have to be alternately bombarded with fighting and mollycoddling. Just not cool.
Anywho, I’m off to Bedforshire. Happy trails. And happy cookie-eating to Theb!
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Psuedo-IB, Uni-Style
I thought that the weeks of hell ended with our joyous end of IB. Oh, was I soooo wrong. This week has been hell on wheels. I mean, it's practically IB in its suckiness. In fact, it's psuedo IB...only uni-style.
Yesturday was the worst day so far as I was incredibly busy. And Carmela made us sing about prepositions in Spanish. I had my econ midterm yesturday, which I hope (fingers crossed!) I didn't do too badly on. But let's face it, I probably failed with flying colors.
Mark and I went to the Study Abroad fair in SUB and we found a guy that went to Belfast on exchange. He was super nice and answered all of my very annoying questions and gave me some info. Now all I have to do is research my school, programs, etc and find some scholarship info. Funzies.
The blood clinic was quite long, despite the fact that it only took me just over four minutes to actually give blood. Thus, I was fifteen minutes late for choir, but it's not like anyone noticed. But I didn't stay at the clinic for as long as I was supposed to, plus I forgot my coat and it was freezing, consequently I nearly passed out a few times. But it was all good. I refuse to faint. It's just way too girly.
I watched Mark's dodgeball game, which was really fun. They won this time. Well, they practically slaughtered Rob's floor. Except I managed get my pants soaked down one leg as a ball knocked into Chris's waterbottle which then spilled all over me. Oh, it was so hot, so steamy. It really just looked like I wet myself. Apparently I was playing with dandilions too much.
Today was just boring, and I've bored you enough already, so I shan't give you a play-by-play. Suffice to say I took quite a few cat-naps in stat. And I have a shit-load of homework due tomorrow which I have not yet started on. But hey, The OC is on tonight, which I shall probably watch on Mark's floor, as per usual. They're quite the OC floor.
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Yesturday was the worst day so far as I was incredibly busy. And Carmela made us sing about prepositions in Spanish. I had my econ midterm yesturday, which I hope (fingers crossed!) I didn't do too badly on. But let's face it, I probably failed with flying colors.
Mark and I went to the Study Abroad fair in SUB and we found a guy that went to Belfast on exchange. He was super nice and answered all of my very annoying questions and gave me some info. Now all I have to do is research my school, programs, etc and find some scholarship info. Funzies.
The blood clinic was quite long, despite the fact that it only took me just over four minutes to actually give blood. Thus, I was fifteen minutes late for choir, but it's not like anyone noticed. But I didn't stay at the clinic for as long as I was supposed to, plus I forgot my coat and it was freezing, consequently I nearly passed out a few times. But it was all good. I refuse to faint. It's just way too girly.
I watched Mark's dodgeball game, which was really fun. They won this time. Well, they practically slaughtered Rob's floor. Except I managed get my pants soaked down one leg as a ball knocked into Chris's waterbottle which then spilled all over me. Oh, it was so hot, so steamy. It really just looked like I wet myself. Apparently I was playing with dandilions too much.
Today was just boring, and I've bored you enough already, so I shan't give you a play-by-play. Suffice to say I took quite a few cat-naps in stat. And I have a shit-load of homework due tomorrow which I have not yet started on. But hey, The OC is on tonight, which I shall probably watch on Mark's floor, as per usual. They're quite the OC floor.
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Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Hell hath no fury...
...like the crappy week this is turning out to be. Seriously, this week is rather reminicent of the IB weeks of hell that I thought were past. Apparently not.
Technically, I shouldn't be posting right now as I have an econ midterm tomorrow and I'm still sucking on a bunch of stuff. Plus, Mark will have some things to say if he finds out I'm doing this instead of studying...shhh, don't tell!
Stat sucked hardcore today. Z-scores, blah! Because this isn't totally a review of math 30 and we aren't allowed to use calc. Not at all.
Tomorrow is going to be an insanely busy day. Waaayyy too much to do. Will I remember it all? I sure hope so.
Happy Blogversary, Mare.
It's technically 12:53 am on wednesday now, but I shall cheat.
Technically, I shouldn't be posting right now as I have an econ midterm tomorrow and I'm still sucking on a bunch of stuff. Plus, Mark will have some things to say if he finds out I'm doing this instead of studying...shhh, don't tell!
Stat sucked hardcore today. Z-scores, blah! Because this isn't totally a review of math 30 and we aren't allowed to use calc. Not at all.
Tomorrow is going to be an insanely busy day. Waaayyy too much to do. Will I remember it all? I sure hope so.
Happy Blogversary, Mare.
It's technically 12:53 am on wednesday now, but I shall cheat.
Monday, October 03, 2005
Sadistic Bastards...
Seriously, whoever decided that we needed a fire drill at 6 AM, are a bunch of sadistic bastards, because I'm sorry, you don't do fire drills at 6 in the bloody morning at the start of midterms. It simply isn't done. Practically everyone thought that it was their alarms going off. Even I did, despite the fact that my alarm doesn't even have that setting. But once I figured it out I turned on the light and somehow grabbed pants and put on my housecoat, jacket, and shoes. Because shoes are good. Stacey forgot her shoes.
I don't know about you, but I seriously think I would rather die warm from incineration than die cold from hypothermia. But that's just me. After we could finally go back inside, most of my wing decided to go back up the fire escape. Which we weren't supposed to do, but did anyway. We ended up in the guys' wing, most of which came down to the fire escape and laughed at us before letting us in again.
I didn't bother going back to bed as I had an 8 o'clock class. Instead, I watched an infomercial about the "magic bullet" until the Mar opened. It was thrilling.
I had sooo much caffiene today. It was definitely not good. In fact, I feel soooo sick right now. But that may be from the instant, low-fat, high-fibre soup my dad is trying to poison me with. Out of the three he bought me, this one tasted the best, and it tasted like sick. No joke, and I ate it. All of it. Because I was hungry. I'm now really regretting that decision.
But I Rutherforded it up today after Spanish and after Econ. It was hottastic. I should really go to Rutherford more often. I heart Rutherford.
I also heart sleep, but that isn't happening so far this week. Stupid buggers...I shake my fist at you!
I don't know about you, but I seriously think I would rather die warm from incineration than die cold from hypothermia. But that's just me. After we could finally go back inside, most of my wing decided to go back up the fire escape. Which we weren't supposed to do, but did anyway. We ended up in the guys' wing, most of which came down to the fire escape and laughed at us before letting us in again.
I didn't bother going back to bed as I had an 8 o'clock class. Instead, I watched an infomercial about the "magic bullet" until the Mar opened. It was thrilling.
I had sooo much caffiene today. It was definitely not good. In fact, I feel soooo sick right now. But that may be from the instant, low-fat, high-fibre soup my dad is trying to poison me with. Out of the three he bought me, this one tasted the best, and it tasted like sick. No joke, and I ate it. All of it. Because I was hungry. I'm now really regretting that decision.
But I Rutherforded it up today after Spanish and after Econ. It was hottastic. I should really go to Rutherford more often. I heart Rutherford.
I also heart sleep, but that isn't happening so far this week. Stupid buggers...I shake my fist at you!
Saturday, October 01, 2005
The Drunken Affairs of 9H
Oh, there was some good ol' fashioned drunken activities going on tonight. On 9 Henday. Oh yea. Jamie came to play "basketball" in our room this evening. She was trying to throw a whiteboard marker into Rabe's 'blimp' (the thing that Mark thinks looks like a bra cup). "Trying", of course, being the key word. After about 457 times, she finally got it in and let out such a loud whoop that they heard it in the lounge and came to investigate. ("They" being Adam.) Apparently, we have an "awesome setup" with our desks.
Adam then proceeded to drag Jamie down the hall by her arm. and then he stopped when she was part way through the door as Brant jumped on him. The door then closed on Jamie's head. Oh, we laughed our asses off. lol.
After she recovered, Jamie tried to toss the basketball into Rabe's blimp (which she accomplished in half the time), and of course hollered, bringing Devon and Chris down the wing to see what the hollering was about. Carole (across the way at her desk) was just ignoring us I think lol.
I accidentally hit Devon in the face with the basketball as well, but as he nailed me back in the head, we're even.
So we had at least 4 or 5 boys through our room tonight, with Rabe's unmentionables hanging up everywhere and me in my pyjamas. And not the ducky pants and sweater variety either. But I was wearing my housecoat, so it's all good. But Rabe's unmentionables were still just hanging out for all the world to see.
Brant and Adam broke Low Wing's window.
Jamie thanked us for letting her play with us.
Tonight was an interesting night.
(This post was also endorsed by Rabe, she's just too lazy to post.)
Adam then proceeded to drag Jamie down the hall by her arm. and then he stopped when she was part way through the door as Brant jumped on him. The door then closed on Jamie's head. Oh, we laughed our asses off. lol.
After she recovered, Jamie tried to toss the basketball into Rabe's blimp (which she accomplished in half the time), and of course hollered, bringing Devon and Chris down the wing to see what the hollering was about. Carole (across the way at her desk) was just ignoring us I think lol.
I accidentally hit Devon in the face with the basketball as well, but as he nailed me back in the head, we're even.
So we had at least 4 or 5 boys through our room tonight, with Rabe's unmentionables hanging up everywhere and me in my pyjamas. And not the ducky pants and sweater variety either. But I was wearing my housecoat, so it's all good. But Rabe's unmentionables were still just hanging out for all the world to see.
Brant and Adam broke Low Wing's window.
Jamie thanked us for letting her play with us.
Tonight was an interesting night.
(This post was also endorsed by Rabe, she's just too lazy to post.)
NOT hot, NOT steamy
Here are some photos Rabe took of me the other day that are so NOT hot, NOT steamy. But I'm puttin them up anyway. I figure someone might as well laugh at me lol.
Really, who can resist the hot and sexiness of these pics? I know I'm diggin' them. "If I was a guy, I would do me" *wink* (seriously said by Jamie and Lisa on my floor lol).
Fiji House Party
So last night was the big frat party at Fiji House, which was actually really fun. I was quite shocked. I don't know what I though it would be like, but not that. It was just a bunch of people drinking and dancing in dark rooms to very loud music. I mean, sure Matt/Brad was a little creepy, just deciding to put his arm around my waist and dance with me (and, excuse me, but your hand was inching a little too far down!), but I just edged over and put my arm around Kalyn, and he took the hint. Poor Matt/Brad. And Mr. I'm-not-here-sexually-I'm-here-investigatively-I-like-girls-in-economics was really quite odd. I have no idea whatsoever what the hell he was talking about, but as long as he was amusing himself. Because "I'm into MACRO *make huge arm gestures* economics!". *shakes head* Oh so odd. And excuse me, that was my ASS you were staring at for 15 minutes. DON'T DO THAT! THAT'S CREEPY! And good job Willis on saving Becky from creeper ("cock-blocking", did you call it?) that was looking at her rather strangely. But good job Kalyn on getting his number! lol.
Clare and Fleg and I were SO hot. "How hot?" you may ask. SO HOT! That's right, we had some hot lesbian grinding going on. In fact, there were two guys watching us rather appreciatively for at least 5-10 minutes. It was hot. I really actually can't grind very well, but hey, the point is: I tried, we got stared at. SO THERE!
Oh it was fun. And I saw Erica from 8 Mac there. And I met a guy from DKE that was actually really nice and a bunch of us were dancing with him/together. But still, I've heard way too many stories about DKE to go to one of their parties.
All in all, it was really fun, and I wouldn't mind going to another one. And Mark, next time you totally have to come! I could have done without the choir this morning though. That just sucked. Oh well.
Mare, over and out!
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Random Ramblings
Mark and I watched Constantine last night, which was a fairly good movie. The graphics and everything were good, but I don't know if I completely got the storyline. Mind you, I was doing homework for the first half-hour, so that might have something to do with it. Or I just didn't like the plot. Either way.
And by the time it was time to go home ( at like, 1:30am-ish), I was really much to lazy and tired to do so, so I just stayed over. CJ was up ALL night doing homework (how IB!), which required having a light on, so I don't think Mark got much sleep. But as I can sleep with any amount of light, I was all good. Well, aside from having to get up for my 8 am class of course.
You've no idea how good my coffee tasted this morning. Seriously, if that coffee was a man, I would be having his babies, that's how good it was. Seriously orgasmic coffee.
Anywho, saw Willis on my way to Spanish. Willis, if you have no class Tuesdays after spanish, we should so do homework together or summat as I don't have class until 11.
Oh, I got measured for my choir dress last night. A little creepy with the touching, but it's their job so I can handle it. Apparently, I have "small shoulders". What does this mean? Is it "oh you have small shoulders for a girl, how odd", or "you have small, ugly shoulders get out of my sight!"? But just wait, soon I'll have an ugly tent that doubles as a changing room of my very own! The boys get to be pretty and the girls get to be ugly. So not cool.
Mare out!
And by the time it was time to go home ( at like, 1:30am-ish), I was really much to lazy and tired to do so, so I just stayed over. CJ was up ALL night doing homework (how IB!), which required having a light on, so I don't think Mark got much sleep. But as I can sleep with any amount of light, I was all good. Well, aside from having to get up for my 8 am class of course.
You've no idea how good my coffee tasted this morning. Seriously, if that coffee was a man, I would be having his babies, that's how good it was. Seriously orgasmic coffee.
Anywho, saw Willis on my way to Spanish. Willis, if you have no class Tuesdays after spanish, we should so do homework together or summat as I don't have class until 11.
Oh, I got measured for my choir dress last night. A little creepy with the touching, but it's their job so I can handle it. Apparently, I have "small shoulders". What does this mean? Is it "oh you have small shoulders for a girl, how odd", or "you have small, ugly shoulders get out of my sight!"? But just wait, soon I'll have an ugly tent that doubles as a changing room of my very own! The boys get to be pretty and the girls get to be ugly. So not cool.
Mare out!
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
100 Things About Me
Because I am unoriginal and enjoy stealing things from other people, I have stolen Rabe's list and shall fill it out about myself. Hopefully. I don't know if I can think up a hundred things, but I shall try. Here goes nothin'.
I:
1. used to be quite the tomboy back in the day.
2. don't particularly like the way I look, yet am obsessed with looking into mirrors/any reflective surface.
3. have no regrets, but have made many mistakes
4. played with barbies from about the age of 10 until I was about 13 (*slighly embarassed*)
5. go to church, yet am not sure if I believe in God
6. secretly (or not so secretly) love attention, but won't admit to it if asked
7. still like holding my daddy's hand because I want to be his little girl for as long as I can
8. used to be borderline anorexic (oh, grade 8/9)
9. was once depressed enough to almost commit suicide
10. prefer cats over dogs, despite the fact that cats make my eyes itch and dogs don't
11. thought that spider mites were poisonous and that I would die if they bit me until my dad informed me that they weren't (at like, age 15)
12. like to wear cowboy clothing despite the fact that I've never been on a horse, don't live on a farm, and don't in any way resemble a cowboy
13. really do like chick-flicks and sappy endings, although I also like action-adventure
14. used to be quite full of myself, back in the day of elementary school, and thought that I was "it"
15. wear socks to bed in the winter because my feet get cold
16. have kissed a girl, but not with tongues (so does that actually count?)
17. used to sleepwalk
18. twich violently when I'm just falling asleep if it's been a very active day
19. don't get homesick
20. like to think I'm tough, when really I'm just a big wuss
21. am still scared of the dark and will cry myself to sleep if it's pitch black and there isn't anyone else in the room with me
22. consider myself an only child
23. refuse to see a psychologist, no matter what
24. enjoy babysitting small children
25. screamed in the theatre during LotR:tFotR when Bilbo went all creepy on Frodo and tried to grab the ring when they were in Rivendell. Evan laughed at me. I punched Evan.
26. have always thought I could lose a few pounds, no matter how much I weigh
27. don't miss my friends when I move schools/we lose touch/etc. I don't know why, I just don't.
28. have a cripling fear of failure and rejection
29. NEVER allow my foods to touch each other on my plate, and eat them separately in a specific order (vegetables, potatoes/starch, meat)
30. prefer to drink water above any other liquid, even though it doesn't have a taste
31. lack an amazing amount of common sense a large portion of the time
32. never had an imaginary friend, instigated playing "house", nor any other traditionally girly games when I was little. I played cowboys and indians with the boys.
33. absolutely hated jon zrymiak in kindergarten because he could read and I couldn't
34. rarely actually get angry
35. clench my jaw/grind my teeth (which causes a muscle twich) and tend to stare straight ahead when I am angry in an effort not to lose my temper
36. scream, cry, and generally just throw a tantrum when I lose my temper
37. tend to be very aggressive when I play sports (but I also expect everyone else to be aggressive in return)
38. have been told to "tone it down" by a gym teacher for being too aggressive
39. have given myself a black eye
40. am "a tower even everyone does"
41. prefer tea over coffee, but will drink either
42. have a really hard time understanding people who speak with accents until I've heard them speak regularly for like, a week
43. don't have any wisdom teeth
44. have slept on a queen-size bed with four other girls
45. absolutely bawl at the end of Armageddon. Every time.
46. held my 3-week old kitten while it died
47. swore never to cry when a pet died ever again after that
48. have no good comebacks. In fact, my best comeback is: "oh yeah? Your MOM!"
49. own entirely too much navy/black clothing
50. own entirely too much navy/black clothing because dark colors are slimming
51. have never been in a fight
52. act completely different around different people
53. love to read.
54. love pastry so much that I will make myself sick eating it
55. used to bite my nails.
56. am terrible at spelling and math (which, oddly enough, seems to run in the family)
57. really dislike bananas, but will eat them in cheerios
58. secretly enjoy wearing revealing clothing when I'm by myself/with a couple of close friends, but not out in public
59. am against abortion, except for medical reasons (ie: ectopic pregnancy). Murder is murder.
60. don't have a favorite band
61. don't have strong opinions on most subjects
62. had a stalker in day-care
63. was guilted into taking piano
64. have never been out of Canada
65. made it half-way through War and Peace. I don't reccommend it.
66. don't find Heath Ledger all that attractive, unlike Clare and Rabe
67. wasn't allowed to play with toy guns when I was a kid
68. eat my steak rare like a true albertan!
69. actually enjoy shakespeare
70. like to watch old movies (Audrey Hepburn, Humphry Bogart, Doris Day, Fred Astaire, Bing Crosby, etc.)
71. really really like Oliver Wood's accent on the first Harry Potter movie
72. plan on studying abrod next year
73. hate the smell of tomato plants
74. really hated junior high (especially grade 9) with the burning passion of a thousand suns
75. cannot stand Tom Cruise's "acting"
76. think it's absolutely rediculous that Arnold Swartzeneggar is a governor
77. for whatever reason, can never remember the base system
78. have never actually been drunk, just tipsy enough to be dizzy
79. sometimes wish I was a different person
80. don't like lying in bed in the morning. I need to get up
81. am computer illiterate
82. go on cleaning binges occasionally when I get really stressed
83. am extraodinarily particular about my toothpaste (it has to be Crest Multicare)
84. hate almost all American accents
85. cannot do anything that involves me standing on ice (can't skate, can't curl, etc.)
86. still sleep with my dolly and blanky
87. can't eat greasy foods without feeling horribly sick after
88. cannot keep any plant alive with the exception of desert plants.And even that is iffy
89. don't believe that life is fair, but I'll whine about it anyway
90. hate hospitals and nursing homes
91. suck at most sports
92. have unattainable expectations for myself, but not for anyone else
93. love to bake
94. insist on feeding people when they come to my house
95. love to be held/cuddled and to cuddle other people and just generally like to be touchy-feely
96. like to look through the dictionary for funzies
97. like chick lit (it's my guilty pleasure)
98. absolutely LOVE chocolate
99. like to eat raw pasta
100. never forgive myself for my mistakes
Wow, I actually managed it. Congrats for getting through my boring rambles!
I:
1. used to be quite the tomboy back in the day.
2. don't particularly like the way I look, yet am obsessed with looking into mirrors/any reflective surface.
3. have no regrets, but have made many mistakes
4. played with barbies from about the age of 10 until I was about 13 (*slighly embarassed*)
5. go to church, yet am not sure if I believe in God
6. secretly (or not so secretly) love attention, but won't admit to it if asked
7. still like holding my daddy's hand because I want to be his little girl for as long as I can
8. used to be borderline anorexic (oh, grade 8/9)
9. was once depressed enough to almost commit suicide
10. prefer cats over dogs, despite the fact that cats make my eyes itch and dogs don't
11. thought that spider mites were poisonous and that I would die if they bit me until my dad informed me that they weren't (at like, age 15)
12. like to wear cowboy clothing despite the fact that I've never been on a horse, don't live on a farm, and don't in any way resemble a cowboy
13. really do like chick-flicks and sappy endings, although I also like action-adventure
14. used to be quite full of myself, back in the day of elementary school, and thought that I was "it"
15. wear socks to bed in the winter because my feet get cold
16. have kissed a girl, but not with tongues (so does that actually count?)
17. used to sleepwalk
18. twich violently when I'm just falling asleep if it's been a very active day
19. don't get homesick
20. like to think I'm tough, when really I'm just a big wuss
21. am still scared of the dark and will cry myself to sleep if it's pitch black and there isn't anyone else in the room with me
22. consider myself an only child
23. refuse to see a psychologist, no matter what
24. enjoy babysitting small children
25. screamed in the theatre during LotR:tFotR when Bilbo went all creepy on Frodo and tried to grab the ring when they were in Rivendell. Evan laughed at me. I punched Evan.
26. have always thought I could lose a few pounds, no matter how much I weigh
27. don't miss my friends when I move schools/we lose touch/etc. I don't know why, I just don't.
28. have a cripling fear of failure and rejection
29. NEVER allow my foods to touch each other on my plate, and eat them separately in a specific order (vegetables, potatoes/starch, meat)
30. prefer to drink water above any other liquid, even though it doesn't have a taste
31. lack an amazing amount of common sense a large portion of the time
32. never had an imaginary friend, instigated playing "house", nor any other traditionally girly games when I was little. I played cowboys and indians with the boys.
33. absolutely hated jon zrymiak in kindergarten because he could read and I couldn't
34. rarely actually get angry
35. clench my jaw/grind my teeth (which causes a muscle twich) and tend to stare straight ahead when I am angry in an effort not to lose my temper
36. scream, cry, and generally just throw a tantrum when I lose my temper
37. tend to be very aggressive when I play sports (but I also expect everyone else to be aggressive in return)
38. have been told to "tone it down" by a gym teacher for being too aggressive
39. have given myself a black eye
40. am "a tower even everyone does"
41. prefer tea over coffee, but will drink either
42. have a really hard time understanding people who speak with accents until I've heard them speak regularly for like, a week
43. don't have any wisdom teeth
44. have slept on a queen-size bed with four other girls
45. absolutely bawl at the end of Armageddon. Every time.
46. held my 3-week old kitten while it died
47. swore never to cry when a pet died ever again after that
48. have no good comebacks. In fact, my best comeback is: "oh yeah? Your MOM!"
49. own entirely too much navy/black clothing
50. own entirely too much navy/black clothing because dark colors are slimming
51. have never been in a fight
52. act completely different around different people
53. love to read.
54. love pastry so much that I will make myself sick eating it
55. used to bite my nails.
56. am terrible at spelling and math (which, oddly enough, seems to run in the family)
57. really dislike bananas, but will eat them in cheerios
58. secretly enjoy wearing revealing clothing when I'm by myself/with a couple of close friends, but not out in public
59. am against abortion, except for medical reasons (ie: ectopic pregnancy). Murder is murder.
60. don't have a favorite band
61. don't have strong opinions on most subjects
62. had a stalker in day-care
63. was guilted into taking piano
64. have never been out of Canada
65. made it half-way through War and Peace. I don't reccommend it.
66. don't find Heath Ledger all that attractive, unlike Clare and Rabe
67. wasn't allowed to play with toy guns when I was a kid
68. eat my steak rare like a true albertan!
69. actually enjoy shakespeare
70. like to watch old movies (Audrey Hepburn, Humphry Bogart, Doris Day, Fred Astaire, Bing Crosby, etc.)
71. really really like Oliver Wood's accent on the first Harry Potter movie
72. plan on studying abrod next year
73. hate the smell of tomato plants
74. really hated junior high (especially grade 9) with the burning passion of a thousand suns
75. cannot stand Tom Cruise's "acting"
76. think it's absolutely rediculous that Arnold Swartzeneggar is a governor
77. for whatever reason, can never remember the base system
78. have never actually been drunk, just tipsy enough to be dizzy
79. sometimes wish I was a different person
80. don't like lying in bed in the morning. I need to get up
81. am computer illiterate
82. go on cleaning binges occasionally when I get really stressed
83. am extraodinarily particular about my toothpaste (it has to be Crest Multicare)
84. hate almost all American accents
85. cannot do anything that involves me standing on ice (can't skate, can't curl, etc.)
86. still sleep with my dolly and blanky
87. can't eat greasy foods without feeling horribly sick after
88. cannot keep any plant alive with the exception of desert plants.And even that is iffy
89. don't believe that life is fair, but I'll whine about it anyway
90. hate hospitals and nursing homes
91. suck at most sports
92. have unattainable expectations for myself, but not for anyone else
93. love to bake
94. insist on feeding people when they come to my house
95. love to be held/cuddled and to cuddle other people and just generally like to be touchy-feely
96. like to look through the dictionary for funzies
97. like chick lit (it's my guilty pleasure)
98. absolutely LOVE chocolate
99. like to eat raw pasta
100. never forgive myself for my mistakes
Wow, I actually managed it. Congrats for getting through my boring rambles!
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
And we all fall down.
Right, so despite the fact that Mark isn't angry anymore, I still feel rather depressed. Sorry for making you put up with my moodiness, Rabe, but there are just times I can't be bothered to hide my feelings.
I wrote 4 pages in my diary last night. Four. That should give you some sort of idea what I was feeling as I very rarely write in my diary anymore.
GOD! Why do you have to be such a fuck-up? You never do anything right. Not one, single thing. Didn't really mean to eat much today. Ya, that lasted util a whole 2 pm. Great. Why do you have to eat all the time? You know your getting fat and ugly and no one will love you ever. Why, why bother with anything at all? What was the point of getting out of bed this morning? Really, it wasn't worth it. Not just to feel like crap all day and then come home and feel like crap some more and eat until you're sick. You make me sick.
He saw them, but he doesn't know. He believes the excuses I give him, just like everyone else. Just like everyone always has. You think that's where they're from? Do you really? Or do you just want to believe? Just want to believe I wouldn't do that? Well you're wrong. You all are. You don't know me, you never have, you never will. Not really. No one does. If they did, they wouldn't want to. Is that why I lay awake at night, waiting for my nightmares to come? Because they always do. When I sleep. Why am I never good enough? Why can't I ever be good enough? What's so wrong that I've become this? Why can't I stop it? Why can't I make myself stop? Why?
I wrote 4 pages in my diary last night. Four. That should give you some sort of idea what I was feeling as I very rarely write in my diary anymore.
GOD! Why do you have to be such a fuck-up? You never do anything right. Not one, single thing. Didn't really mean to eat much today. Ya, that lasted util a whole 2 pm. Great. Why do you have to eat all the time? You know your getting fat and ugly and no one will love you ever. Why, why bother with anything at all? What was the point of getting out of bed this morning? Really, it wasn't worth it. Not just to feel like crap all day and then come home and feel like crap some more and eat until you're sick. You make me sick.
He saw them, but he doesn't know. He believes the excuses I give him, just like everyone else. Just like everyone always has. You think that's where they're from? Do you really? Or do you just want to believe? Just want to believe I wouldn't do that? Well you're wrong. You all are. You don't know me, you never have, you never will. Not really. No one does. If they did, they wouldn't want to. Is that why I lay awake at night, waiting for my nightmares to come? Because they always do. When I sleep. Why am I never good enough? Why can't I ever be good enough? What's so wrong that I've become this? Why can't I stop it? Why can't I make myself stop? Why?
Monday, September 26, 2005
Like a HOOKER?!
Ahhahahahahaha. Very few will understand, but those that do shall laugh in remembrance. Well, I will at any rate. Also, "you can't get internet content in the mail", "you can't get a modem through the mail either".
I'm pretty sure Mark is angry with me. I shan't explain nor give details, but I'm pretty sure he is. Which makes me rather sad and not good feeling, but I suppose I deserve it as it's really my fault. Again. Why must I always screw things up? Because I always do. *sigh* Good job, Mare, way to go. Give yourself a pat on the back. FUCK!
However, door/window analogy, I made it another step in letting go of my emotional baggage. Huzzah! That's right, I actually initiated a conversation on msn with Cody. It was really nerve-wracking at first, but it wasn't so bad after I made the leap. Which was...nice. I mean, I don't want to feel awkward forever, but I always seem to take baby-steps. But better baby-steps than no steps at all. I think I've actually come a long way this year. I mean, just look at a few of my long-ago posts (which I don't want to search for) and you'll see what I mean. And that is the only good thing that happened today. Great.
Sometimes, I really and truly hate myself.
I'm pretty sure Mark is angry with me. I shan't explain nor give details, but I'm pretty sure he is. Which makes me rather sad and not good feeling, but I suppose I deserve it as it's really my fault. Again. Why must I always screw things up? Because I always do. *sigh* Good job, Mare, way to go. Give yourself a pat on the back. FUCK!
However, door/window analogy, I made it another step in letting go of my emotional baggage. Huzzah! That's right, I actually initiated a conversation on msn with Cody. It was really nerve-wracking at first, but it wasn't so bad after I made the leap. Which was...nice. I mean, I don't want to feel awkward forever, but I always seem to take baby-steps. But better baby-steps than no steps at all. I think I've actually come a long way this year. I mean, just look at a few of my long-ago posts (which I don't want to search for) and you'll see what I mean. And that is the only good thing that happened today. Great.
Sometimes, I really and truly hate myself.
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