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!
Thursday, September 29, 2005
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.
Bad Day?
I am a very tired Mare. Last night's choir thing was okay. I actually don't think we did very well, but as I could only hear the Sopranos and no one else, I don't know if I'm qualified to judge how we did. It was really too much standing. Next time the orchestra is going to play for 13 minutes before the soloists come in, we should be able to sit. There was just too much standing. Standing in the warm up room, standing in our rows, standing while we wait to file on stage, standing on stage waiting to sing, standing while we sing. BAH!
Mark and I watched Scorpian King last night after I got home. Rabe was supposed to be doing her homework, but I don't know if much was really getting done lol. Needless to say, I wasn't in bed before midnight. Which, I know doesn't seem that late, but I have an eight o'clock class, and I'm not in my IB-lack-of-sleep zone yet. Perhaps I should drink more coffee. Sounds good.
So, I don't know whether today will be a bad day or not. I'm really just too tired to notice. But maybe after the coffee I will. We'll see. Bad Day. Great song. Watch it.
I'm ready for the weekend. Where is it?
Mark and I watched Scorpian King last night after I got home. Rabe was supposed to be doing her homework, but I don't know if much was really getting done lol. Needless to say, I wasn't in bed before midnight. Which, I know doesn't seem that late, but I have an eight o'clock class, and I'm not in my IB-lack-of-sleep zone yet. Perhaps I should drink more coffee. Sounds good.
So, I don't know whether today will be a bad day or not. I'm really just too tired to notice. But maybe after the coffee I will. We'll see. Bad Day. Great song. Watch it.
I'm ready for the weekend. Where is it?
Friday, September 23, 2005
Party on 8 Mac
Right, so I went up to the party on 8 Mac this evening after dogeball finished up (both 8 Mac and 9 Henday lost all 5 games) as Tiffany invited me up for a little "Mexican Partying". It was surprisingly fun. I didn't think it would be, but it was.
Usually, I get really annoyed around drunk people, but tonight I didn't. Maybe it was those 2 1/2 drinks I had myself (and remember, Mare is a very cheap drunk). Who knows? I wasn't originally going to drink, but Tiffany offered me one of her vodka coolers, so how could I say no? I love vodka! And then Angela offered to mix me up a strawberry daquiri, only they were usuing tequila and not rum, so how could I say no to that? I love tequila almost as much as I love vodka! lol. And then I had some of Mark's wine as well. Needless to say I was slightly dizzy, but no where near as pissed as Mark. It was those 5 shots of vodka or whatever he was drinking that did it. Well, and the pina colada, and the wine he chugged, and the random bits of other people's drinks he stole. He's really quite amuzing when he's drunk. And a very good table dancer lol. *wink*
I recieved many assurances that I was his one and only as well, and that all the guys he was gooseing and grinding with and all the alcohol meant nothing. It was really quite sweet, as he was being completely serious and was completely drunk. Although, there were some previously unkown people on the floor that he freaked out a little with the table dancing.
And he insisted on walking me home, although it worried a me a little as I wasn't sure if he was going to make it back. I hope he did. But all in all it was a fun night. But I have choir tomorrow. I hope I can sing.
Usually, I get really annoyed around drunk people, but tonight I didn't. Maybe it was those 2 1/2 drinks I had myself (and remember, Mare is a very cheap drunk). Who knows? I wasn't originally going to drink, but Tiffany offered me one of her vodka coolers, so how could I say no? I love vodka! And then Angela offered to mix me up a strawberry daquiri, only they were usuing tequila and not rum, so how could I say no to that? I love tequila almost as much as I love vodka! lol. And then I had some of Mark's wine as well. Needless to say I was slightly dizzy, but no where near as pissed as Mark. It was those 5 shots of vodka or whatever he was drinking that did it. Well, and the pina colada, and the wine he chugged, and the random bits of other people's drinks he stole. He's really quite amuzing when he's drunk. And a very good table dancer lol. *wink*
I recieved many assurances that I was his one and only as well, and that all the guys he was gooseing and grinding with and all the alcohol meant nothing. It was really quite sweet, as he was being completely serious and was completely drunk. Although, there were some previously unkown people on the floor that he freaked out a little with the table dancing.
And he insisted on walking me home, although it worried a me a little as I wasn't sure if he was going to make it back. I hope he did. But all in all it was a fun night. But I have choir tomorrow. I hope I can sing.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Best Morning Ever!
I'm cheating again, but as I didn't get in last night until 2 (or this morning, as the case is), I think a little cheating is justified. Don't you? I thought so.
I rolled out of bed far too early this morning and it only fot better from there. While putting on my skirt, I discovered my favorite lipgloss that dissapeared early last week. I was pretty devestated without it there for awhile, but now I have it back! Yay! Score: Mare=1, Forces of Evil=0
THEN, when I was looking for my emery board, I found my favorite NEW eyeliner (couldn't find it a few days ago)! HUZZAH! I really heart that eyeliner. Score: M=2, FoE=0
AND THEN, I found my emery board whilest rummaging for hairspray! What a fantastic start to the day! And all before 7 30am. What a rockin' morning. Well, until I went outside and disoered I forgot my jacket and immediately started freezing to death. But that's not the point! The point is, this morning "rocked the cazbah" (in the words of Mark).
And it was sundy night today. Mmmmmmmm....sundaaayyyys. *drool* Rabe and I, of course, went down and grabbed one each before choir. I took mine up to Mark's so he could have some and then lost track of time and rushed back down to my room to get my binder only to discover Rabe hadn't left me yet and was in fact coming down the hallway with Arthur to collect her own binder. Hott. Chooir went quite well. We sang with the soloists and the orchestra, and it really sounded good. Now all I have to do is memorize the song. For Sunday. All of the boys were up in the balconies, and Arthur dropped his music on top of us Sopranos during a bit of a speech from the conductor. Everyone laughed of course. At him, not with him lol. (good ol' Bridget Jones).
And then after choir I went up to 8 mac and didn't get home until 2am. Twas a good day all 'round.
I rolled out of bed far too early this morning and it only fot better from there. While putting on my skirt, I discovered my favorite lipgloss that dissapeared early last week. I was pretty devestated without it there for awhile, but now I have it back! Yay! Score: Mare=1, Forces of Evil=0
THEN, when I was looking for my emery board, I found my favorite NEW eyeliner (couldn't find it a few days ago)! HUZZAH! I really heart that eyeliner. Score: M=2, FoE=0
AND THEN, I found my emery board whilest rummaging for hairspray! What a fantastic start to the day! And all before 7 30am. What a rockin' morning. Well, until I went outside and disoered I forgot my jacket and immediately started freezing to death. But that's not the point! The point is, this morning "rocked the cazbah" (in the words of Mark).
And it was sundy night today. Mmmmmmmm....sundaaayyyys. *drool* Rabe and I, of course, went down and grabbed one each before choir. I took mine up to Mark's so he could have some and then lost track of time and rushed back down to my room to get my binder only to discover Rabe hadn't left me yet and was in fact coming down the hallway with Arthur to collect her own binder. Hott. Chooir went quite well. We sang with the soloists and the orchestra, and it really sounded good. Now all I have to do is memorize the song. For Sunday. All of the boys were up in the balconies, and Arthur dropped his music on top of us Sopranos during a bit of a speech from the conductor. Everyone laughed of course. At him, not with him lol. (good ol' Bridget Jones).
And then after choir I went up to 8 mac and didn't get home until 2am. Twas a good day all 'round.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
The Little Black Skirt
Sorry, I'm cheating a little bit and making it look like I posted Wednesday when, in point of fact, I'm writing this on Thursday. I'm sure you can handle it.
So, once again, I had Spanish at 8am. Who feels like showering at 6 30 in the morning? Certainly not I. Thus, I bathed after spanish and shaved my legs whilest I was at it (which, by the by, desperately needed it). And to celebrate the champion smoothness of my newly-shaved legs, I whipped out my little black skirt. And not just the skirt. Oh no. I also brought out my white (London) Kiss Me shirt and my heels. AND I did some make-up and put hairspray in my hair.
Oh ya, I was hot and I knew it. Or so I thought.
I did not get one "well hello there" look from any random person of either gender. I did, however, get a couple "OMG slut alert" looks from a couple of girls as I passed them in the car park. That was funzies.
You know, I put all that work into looking SO hot SO steamy, and no one cared. (Well, unless you count Louis's making-fun-of-me-"wow" and "you're really short" when I pointed out the added hight from my heels. Ouch Louis, OUCH!) *sigh* From now on, Mare does not dress to look SO hot SO steamy for others. Because others don't care.
A bunch of us went to RATT after choir and I didn't even get any "well hello there" looks in a bar full of drunk uni students! How pathetic! I did, however, get slightly buzzed off of 3/4 of a pint of Keith's ( the last 1-4 of which Arthur drank), and sang along loudly and tunelessly to the people singing I Will Survive.
I heart kareoke.
I DON'T heart blisters...damn heels...
So, once again, I had Spanish at 8am. Who feels like showering at 6 30 in the morning? Certainly not I. Thus, I bathed after spanish and shaved my legs whilest I was at it (which, by the by, desperately needed it). And to celebrate the champion smoothness of my newly-shaved legs, I whipped out my little black skirt. And not just the skirt. Oh no. I also brought out my white (London) Kiss Me shirt and my heels. AND I did some make-up and put hairspray in my hair.
Oh ya, I was hot and I knew it. Or so I thought.
I did not get one "well hello there" look from any random person of either gender. I did, however, get a couple "OMG slut alert" looks from a couple of girls as I passed them in the car park. That was funzies.
You know, I put all that work into looking SO hot SO steamy, and no one cared. (Well, unless you count Louis's making-fun-of-me-"wow" and "you're really short" when I pointed out the added hight from my heels. Ouch Louis, OUCH!) *sigh* From now on, Mare does not dress to look SO hot SO steamy for others. Because others don't care.
A bunch of us went to RATT after choir and I didn't even get any "well hello there" looks in a bar full of drunk uni students! How pathetic! I did, however, get slightly buzzed off of 3/4 of a pint of Keith's ( the last 1-4 of which Arthur drank), and sang along loudly and tunelessly to the people singing I Will Survive.
I heart kareoke.
I DON'T heart blisters...damn heels...
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Memories Floating to the Surface
"Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it." ~ Michel de Montaigne
It's really quite unbelievable how true that it. Every so often, I like to go through my photos or my memory box and just remember. The funny thing is, I don't so much remember the good as I remember the bad. All those stupid arguements or mistakes or times I screwed up just block out all the good memories that I want to remember.
I went through my memory box this morning.
Everything came flooding back as it always does: brief snapshots of happiness, longer scenes that play out in my head in perhaps somewhat fuzzy, yet still incredibly accurate details, and those moments that I wish I could completely erase from my memory.
Some of them are just incredibly stupid little memories that I shouldn't feel bad about anymore but still do (such as my little tiff I had with my best friend in grade three where I told her she was stupid), but some are of the bigger things that really mattered at the time, but shouldn't now yet still give me nightmares. I'd give you some examples, but I'd really rather not. It's just too emotional for me.
Isn't it funny how you remember the bad stuff in such vivid detail, and the good memories are just hazy, bad-quality videos of a time that you were once happy?
I remember playing in freshly-raked leaves with my grandpa when I was 4 years old and we were in Ontario during the fall. But I don't so much remember what was happening as I remember the smells and the colors; the damp and fragrant smell of the leaves, the spicy sent of my granpa's aftershave, the bright reds, oranges, and yellows of the leaves. It's such a hazy memory now, but it's one that I treasure.
And then there are all the memories of my parents fighting when I was little, and I can remember so much of those in such detail that it still scares me sometimes.
What is the moral to the story? Don't go throught the memory box unless you want to be depressed, because the good never comes without the bad. Ever.
It's really quite unbelievable how true that it. Every so often, I like to go through my photos or my memory box and just remember. The funny thing is, I don't so much remember the good as I remember the bad. All those stupid arguements or mistakes or times I screwed up just block out all the good memories that I want to remember.
I went through my memory box this morning.
Everything came flooding back as it always does: brief snapshots of happiness, longer scenes that play out in my head in perhaps somewhat fuzzy, yet still incredibly accurate details, and those moments that I wish I could completely erase from my memory.
Some of them are just incredibly stupid little memories that I shouldn't feel bad about anymore but still do (such as my little tiff I had with my best friend in grade three where I told her she was stupid), but some are of the bigger things that really mattered at the time, but shouldn't now yet still give me nightmares. I'd give you some examples, but I'd really rather not. It's just too emotional for me.
Isn't it funny how you remember the bad stuff in such vivid detail, and the good memories are just hazy, bad-quality videos of a time that you were once happy?
I remember playing in freshly-raked leaves with my grandpa when I was 4 years old and we were in Ontario during the fall. But I don't so much remember what was happening as I remember the smells and the colors; the damp and fragrant smell of the leaves, the spicy sent of my granpa's aftershave, the bright reds, oranges, and yellows of the leaves. It's such a hazy memory now, but it's one that I treasure.
And then there are all the memories of my parents fighting when I was little, and I can remember so much of those in such detail that it still scares me sometimes.
What is the moral to the story? Don't go throught the memory box unless you want to be depressed, because the good never comes without the bad. Ever.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Mare is dieing.
Well, I wish I were, because I certainly feel that way. Seriously, let's just get it over with so I don't have to ponder whether or not to do homework.
So yes, I dragged myself to Spanish this morning after a good 5 hours of sleep and then was about to take a nap after when my mum called. Good timing mum. I tried to take a nap after, but my napping schedule in my head was all thrown off by the phone call, so it didn't work. Poor nap.
Math was pretty darn pointless as I didn't have clue as to what was going on. Woot for me. English was okay because I can just sit and take notes. Econ was less than fun because genius over here forgot her scribbler and had to use paper, meaning my notes are messy. Why do them pretty when I'll just have to recopy later?
I skipped out on choir as a) I felt like crap, and b) couldn't really sing anyway. Instead, I layed around hacking out a lung and doing spanish. Funzies. My head hurts. I'm going to do some stat and then go to bed. yay for bed.
So yes, I dragged myself to Spanish this morning after a good 5 hours of sleep and then was about to take a nap after when my mum called. Good timing mum. I tried to take a nap after, but my napping schedule in my head was all thrown off by the phone call, so it didn't work. Poor nap.
Math was pretty darn pointless as I didn't have clue as to what was going on. Woot for me. English was okay because I can just sit and take notes. Econ was less than fun because genius over here forgot her scribbler and had to use paper, meaning my notes are messy. Why do them pretty when I'll just have to recopy later?
I skipped out on choir as a) I felt like crap, and b) couldn't really sing anyway. Instead, I layed around hacking out a lung and doing spanish. Funzies. My head hurts. I'm going to do some stat and then go to bed. yay for bed.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
At "Home"
So after choiring it up yesturday morning, I grabbed my stuff and my daddy picked me up and drove me "home". The quotation marks are because I don't know what to call this house that isn't where I live. It stopped feeling like home a long time before I left, and now that I don't live here, I don't know what to call it. It sounds so callous to say "my parent's house", despite the fact that that is exactly what it is, especially when I'm talking to my parents. It just sounds so mean to say "when I go home" or "before I go home" in reference to Lister when I'm talking to my mum because I know she thinks of this, her house, as my home. But it's not. I don't belong here. Henday Tower's my home now.
I did laundry yesturday and am somehow missing two socks. One of Mark's and one of mine. Rabe figures they eloped together, but I'm thinking perhaps Mark's is somewhere in his room and mine is somewhere in my closet. Perhaps the closet monster ate it? Who knows.
Not only did I do laundry yesturday, but I also did some baking, grabbed a bunch of stuff to take with me to res, re-wrote some of my stats notes because my prof doesn't believe in keeping overheads on long enough to copy from, and did my spanish homework. And then today, I bought a rather "Well hello there" black shirt for choir, took photos in to get developed, baked some more, folded laundry, packed up my junk that has somehow migrated across my house, and am currently in the process of making supper (ham needs to go in the oven and such). Oh, who rulzors? Or for Mark (whom I doubt reads this anymore, but what the hey), who rocks the cazbah? ME, THAT'S WHO! Seriously, I amaze myself sometimes.
As much as I enjoy seeing my parents and whatnot, it will be nice to be home again. I really can't wait.
I did laundry yesturday and am somehow missing two socks. One of Mark's and one of mine. Rabe figures they eloped together, but I'm thinking perhaps Mark's is somewhere in his room and mine is somewhere in my closet. Perhaps the closet monster ate it? Who knows.
Not only did I do laundry yesturday, but I also did some baking, grabbed a bunch of stuff to take with me to res, re-wrote some of my stats notes because my prof doesn't believe in keeping overheads on long enough to copy from, and did my spanish homework. And then today, I bought a rather "Well hello there" black shirt for choir, took photos in to get developed, baked some more, folded laundry, packed up my junk that has somehow migrated across my house, and am currently in the process of making supper (ham needs to go in the oven and such). Oh, who rulzors? Or for Mark (whom I doubt reads this anymore, but what the hey), who rocks the cazbah? ME, THAT'S WHO! Seriously, I amaze myself sometimes.
As much as I enjoy seeing my parents and whatnot, it will be nice to be home again. I really can't wait.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Lister is trying to kill me.
It really is. First, they tried to kill me via food poisoning with the soup. Now, they're trying to kill me via the extra vat of grease on my pizza. Why, Lister, WHY?! I seriously think I'm going to puke. And no, it's not because I'm pregnant!
In other news, Rabe and I got up excrutiatingly early to work out. I really couldn't figure out why once we got there, but we worked out nonetheless. My legs are going to kill tomorrow.
Went to Clare's after Econ to chillax with Clare, Rabe, and Willis. We had a field trip to Safeway, during which I accidentally violated Willis numerous times. Sorry Willis. I've decided that it must be natural because our arms are the perfect length for violating when we swing our arms. It's really kind of creepy.
But now I am home and suffering the ravages of my pizza. Urgh. I think I'm just going to go die now.
In other news, Rabe and I got up excrutiatingly early to work out. I really couldn't figure out why once we got there, but we worked out nonetheless. My legs are going to kill tomorrow.
Went to Clare's after Econ to chillax with Clare, Rabe, and Willis. We had a field trip to Safeway, during which I accidentally violated Willis numerous times. Sorry Willis. I've decided that it must be natural because our arms are the perfect length for violating when we swing our arms. It's really kind of creepy.
But now I am home and suffering the ravages of my pizza. Urgh. I think I'm just going to go die now.
And who be ye?
My pirate name is:
Mad Mary Bonney
Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!
Get your own pirate name from fidius.org. Thursday, September 15, 2005
Why, hello there!
I just accidentally met the new girl, Amy. That's right, accidentally. There was no intention of meeting her when I sashayed out of my room this evening, but I did. About two mintues ago, in fact. Here's how it went down:
Mare was absentmindedly strolling down the hall in search of the elusive water closet, not paying any attention to where she actually was. At a random point during my stroll down the hallway, I turned to open what I thought was the bathroom door, but actually turned out to be the door to Amy's room. I come back to earth and see that, whoa, this is not the bathroom. There's a girl sitting at a desk, why is there a girl sitting at a desk?
Then I realize, Oh, this isn't the bathroom, it's the mysteriously vacant room that was recently filled. I then, of course went red in the face, mumbled "oh, I'm sorry, I thought this was the bathroom", closed the door, and proceeded to the correct door.
Hi there Amy, welcom to 9 Henday where we randomly open people's doors and look into their rooms on the way to the toilet. Hope you enjoy your stay.
Mare was absentmindedly strolling down the hall in search of the elusive water closet, not paying any attention to where she actually was. At a random point during my stroll down the hallway, I turned to open what I thought was the bathroom door, but actually turned out to be the door to Amy's room. I come back to earth and see that, whoa, this is not the bathroom. There's a girl sitting at a desk, why is there a girl sitting at a desk?
Then I realize, Oh, this isn't the bathroom, it's the mysteriously vacant room that was recently filled. I then, of course went red in the face, mumbled "oh, I'm sorry, I thought this was the bathroom", closed the door, and proceeded to the correct door.
Hi there Amy, welcom to 9 Henday where we randomly open people's doors and look into their rooms on the way to the toilet. Hope you enjoy your stay.
All Business-Walked Out
I am so unbelievably tired. I business-walked all over the place today, and boy do my legs hurt. I really need to master the walk. I went over the the Tim Horton's/Wendy's to get my Shinorama t-shirt, and ended up seeing Alex on the way back by the pipe building. So, I turned around and walked with him to where he parked his car (just on Whyte Ave or, for Willis and I, la avenida Blanca). Anywho, I am done walking. If you want me to go somewhere, you'd better come fetch me on a dogsled or summat, because I'm not walking anywhere else today. Except maybe to the caf to get food. But even that is a very big maybe.
We had our first "actual" choir rehersal last night (7-9), which was actually quite fun. I am dead front of the soprano section. Damn my shortness. Everyone sounds sooo awesome! You guys should come to our christmas concert when it comes around. The slideshow at the end was pretty funny. Well, what I saw of it anyway. I left a little early because I wanted to start my homework and ended up walking back to Lister with Amanda, whom Becky lived across the hall from. She's really nice. So basically, I didn't get into bed until 12 because I was doing homework. Whoa, how last-year of me. I even had to go up to 8 mac to get help from Mark, and practically his entire floor was drunk. Quite disturbing and creepy, really. Especially John and...Chris, I think it was. He was body-chucking himself into the door of the elevator I needed to use. How attractive.
Anywho, I should go start my homework. Should, of course, being the operative word there, because I know full well that I'm not going to. Oh well, Mare likes to slack.
We had our first "actual" choir rehersal last night (7-9), which was actually quite fun. I am dead front of the soprano section. Damn my shortness. Everyone sounds sooo awesome! You guys should come to our christmas concert when it comes around. The slideshow at the end was pretty funny. Well, what I saw of it anyway. I left a little early because I wanted to start my homework and ended up walking back to Lister with Amanda, whom Becky lived across the hall from. She's really nice. So basically, I didn't get into bed until 12 because I was doing homework. Whoa, how last-year of me. I even had to go up to 8 mac to get help from Mark, and practically his entire floor was drunk. Quite disturbing and creepy, really. Especially John and...Chris, I think it was. He was body-chucking himself into the door of the elevator I needed to use. How attractive.
Anywho, I should go start my homework. Should, of course, being the operative word there, because I know full well that I'm not going to. Oh well, Mare likes to slack.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Choir
So last night was our first choir practice, which went rather well, I thought. Well, apart from the fact that they lumped the soprano I and II together, which meant I was singing in the rafters. Couldn't hit the A, but whatevs. And we're singing in German, which doesn't sound the nicest, but was fun anyway. Just for the record, I refuse to enunciate so much that I'm spitting on the person in front of me. Just no. But it was fun, and I discovered two other people on our floor who are in choir, bringing the number of people I know in choir up to a grand total of....6. Woot.
Then Rabe and I sashayed back to Lister with Arthur, Brad, and Kayleigh, and Mark and I grabbed dinner and came up to the room. After which Rabe and I started homework. Funzies. Thus Mark left, as watching me do homework isn't the most amusing thing in the world. He did, however, come back later slightly inebriated. Funzies. Anywho, He left around 11 and Rabe and I did homework until 11 30-ish. Go IB kids.
Huzzah for Willis rejoining the IB world!
Then Rabe and I sashayed back to Lister with Arthur, Brad, and Kayleigh, and Mark and I grabbed dinner and came up to the room. After which Rabe and I started homework. Funzies. Thus Mark left, as watching me do homework isn't the most amusing thing in the world. He did, however, come back later slightly inebriated. Funzies. Anywho, He left around 11 and Rabe and I did homework until 11 30-ish. Go IB kids.
Huzzah for Willis rejoining the IB world!
Monday, September 12, 2005
Mare went to Church
Yesturday was a pretty boring day. I did laundry, which I folded whilest watching part of Bridget Jones 2, a delighful movie, and then put it away in the various rooms it belonged. CJ was around, so I was able to get into Mark's room to put his away. Although, I did have to mend a pair of my pants as the seam had ripped. And then onward to a floor meeting (which was pretty pointless) and homework, huzzah!
Rachel and I had supper from the caf tonight. DO NOT EAT THE BROCCOLI CHEESE SOUP! Rachel was sick after she had it last time, but I wasn't so I decided to have it again. I was pretty much dieing on my bed after dinner. Seriously, I felt sooooo sick. Not good.
I accompanied Rabe, Clare, and Becky to church last night for the last chance mass at St. Jo's, which was actually pretty fun. I mean usually, I hate church, but last night it was good. Father Scott knows how to preach to university kids, and we got to learn about how to take communion as it is the Year of the Eucharist, apparently. Who knew? And the sermon, to ALLL of which I listened(what a miracle), was about forgiveness. It was pretty good. And then after we had cake downstairs, which I really regretted eating after when I was collapsed on my bed dieing. So not cool.
I do believe my whole wing now thinks I am pregnant, as Mark was shouting "just let me feel the baby kick" and "we're in this together, Mary" and other such things. lol. Oh well, I like a good scandle as much as the next gal.
Oh, my parents came in yesturday and brought me snacks and then we went out for lunch. It was pretty good. Anywho, that's all I have to tell. Mare out.
Rachel and I had supper from the caf tonight. DO NOT EAT THE BROCCOLI CHEESE SOUP! Rachel was sick after she had it last time, but I wasn't so I decided to have it again. I was pretty much dieing on my bed after dinner. Seriously, I felt sooooo sick. Not good.
I accompanied Rabe, Clare, and Becky to church last night for the last chance mass at St. Jo's, which was actually pretty fun. I mean usually, I hate church, but last night it was good. Father Scott knows how to preach to university kids, and we got to learn about how to take communion as it is the Year of the Eucharist, apparently. Who knew? And the sermon, to ALLL of which I listened(what a miracle), was about forgiveness. It was pretty good. And then after we had cake downstairs, which I really regretted eating after when I was collapsed on my bed dieing. So not cool.
I do believe my whole wing now thinks I am pregnant, as Mark was shouting "just let me feel the baby kick" and "we're in this together, Mary" and other such things. lol. Oh well, I like a good scandle as much as the next gal.
Oh, my parents came in yesturday and brought me snacks and then we went out for lunch. It was pretty good. Anywho, that's all I have to tell. Mare out.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
No sleep allowed.
So CJ got pretty hammered last night and ended up passing out in his room. In a pool of his own vomit. And he managed to knock the tv and dresser in the way of the door, so that when Mark went to go in to bed, he couldn't open the door fully. So Mark and Alex rolled CJ over so he wouldn't suffocate and Mark was relagated to sleeping in the lounge because he didn't want to "be an ass" waking me up at two in the morning. Really, I wouldn't have minded being woken up for such a good reason. I mean, who wants to sleep in the lounge on a couch? I would just be creeped out and go knock on someone else's door.
I, on the other hand, was super-tired and watched a movie until 10pm and then went to bed. Woot, go Mare. lol. Way to be lame. But hey, I got 9 hours of sleep, so I'm all good. I couldn't go to Shine-o-rama this morning (see Rabe for more deets) because I had a choir audition at 10:20. Which I almost forgot about and was forced to run down the the education building to get to in time. In my black boots, which caused very painful shin splints. I don't know that the audition went too well, but whatevs. I guess we'll find out tomorrow.
Anywho, after the audition I met up with Brad and Tiffany and went around Lister with them collecting donations. It was actually pretty fun, and since I missed out on my free shirt, I'm getting one next week. Woot for me. We eventually met up with Mark after we were all finished, at like 3pm-ish. So we went back up to Mark's room and I laughed at him and CJ as CJ tried to clean up his mess from last night. But then they were just spraying too much febreeze (makes my airways close up), so I opted for Mark and I to go back to my room.
Rabe was in and kindly shared some of the intro to Dracula with us (thanks Rabe, I think Mark is scarred for life lol) before she went off to dindin with Becky. Mark and I instituted the closed door policy, however Dave had such good timing with his phone call. Thanks Dave. Anywho, we went down and met the guys for dinner, as Mark is going back to the Park with them tonight and spening tomorrow at his parent's. Thus I am boyfriendless. *sigh* what is a Mare to do? Homework, I suppose.
Anywho, I have some math I ought to be doing before beddy-by, as my 'rents are coming over tomorrow and whatnot.
Mare-ness OUT!
I, on the other hand, was super-tired and watched a movie until 10pm and then went to bed. Woot, go Mare. lol. Way to be lame. But hey, I got 9 hours of sleep, so I'm all good. I couldn't go to Shine-o-rama this morning (see Rabe for more deets) because I had a choir audition at 10:20. Which I almost forgot about and was forced to run down the the education building to get to in time. In my black boots, which caused very painful shin splints. I don't know that the audition went too well, but whatevs. I guess we'll find out tomorrow.
Anywho, after the audition I met up with Brad and Tiffany and went around Lister with them collecting donations. It was actually pretty fun, and since I missed out on my free shirt, I'm getting one next week. Woot for me. We eventually met up with Mark after we were all finished, at like 3pm-ish. So we went back up to Mark's room and I laughed at him and CJ as CJ tried to clean up his mess from last night. But then they were just spraying too much febreeze (makes my airways close up), so I opted for Mark and I to go back to my room.
Rabe was in and kindly shared some of the intro to Dracula with us (thanks Rabe, I think Mark is scarred for life lol) before she went off to dindin with Becky. Mark and I instituted the closed door policy, however Dave had such good timing with his phone call. Thanks Dave. Anywho, we went down and met the guys for dinner, as Mark is going back to the Park with them tonight and spening tomorrow at his parent's. Thus I am boyfriendless. *sigh* what is a Mare to do? Homework, I suppose.
Anywho, I have some math I ought to be doing before beddy-by, as my 'rents are coming over tomorrow and whatnot.
Mare-ness OUT!
Friday, September 09, 2005
Frosh 15
You know, I've spent about $100 on my mealcard already, which is absolutely amazing because I really shouldn't be eating that much. I don't need all that food. And I really, really, really don't want to gain the frosh 15, because that would just suck. So Mare's new resolution: eat less. Eat way, waayy less. And continue the no grill food/pizza policy. And hit the gym. I was thinking about going this weekend if it's open. Anyone know the hours of operation? *sigh* Really, no one wants a fat Mare.
You know, I look around campus, and it's amazing the number of extraordinarily skinny girls around. Like seriously, it really is. Hell, look down my hallway for an example. It's quite depressing, really. There was also a girl that was catcalled the other day as we were walking down the street to the crosswalk to go back to Lister (walking separately, not together). She wasn't anorexically skinny, but she was pretty thin. And she was wearing a pair of rather sheer white pants. With nothing underneath. I mean, I could see her ass pretty much. If she fell into a puddle, it could hardly be more revealing. But hey, she was hot, so why not?
Anywho, I'm off to do h/w. Mare out.
You know, I look around campus, and it's amazing the number of extraordinarily skinny girls around. Like seriously, it really is. Hell, look down my hallway for an example. It's quite depressing, really. There was also a girl that was catcalled the other day as we were walking down the street to the crosswalk to go back to Lister (walking separately, not together). She wasn't anorexically skinny, but she was pretty thin. And she was wearing a pair of rather sheer white pants. With nothing underneath. I mean, I could see her ass pretty much. If she fell into a puddle, it could hardly be more revealing. But hey, she was hot, so why not?
Anywho, I'm off to do h/w. Mare out.
8 Mac
I was up on 8 Mac last night, as I decided to finally be sociable and, as we all know, 8 Mac is "rawkin'". As it happened, last night was the season start of the OC, which Mark's whole floor (well, practically whole floor) watched. I, of course, joined in. lol.
Just before the show started, Brad was in the kitchen making popcorn and was sitting on the floor under the drying rack waiting for the popcorn to finish. Apparently, the drying rack (which is a heavy, metal pole) fell out of the wall and hit him across his face. So now, Brad has a large dent in his nose and it is rather swollen and bruised and does not look like fun. At all. But Alex, the FC, figured it wasn't broken or anything, plus the health centre wasn't open, so Brad just toughed it out.
After the OC (which was FANTABULUOUS) Mark and I ran back up to 9 Henday to grab my Khaluas and cookies and stuff and then back up to 8 Mac for some more socializing. Watched some table tennis, and then Mark and John went and stole a couch from 11 Mac. When they went up to get the other one, a girl came out of one of the wings, so they had to boot it back. lol. *sigh* boys. Apparently (well, according to CJ anyway) I was a bit more talkative last night. But I got really tired and crashed at like, 11pm, which Mark and CJ thought quite funny apparently.
Quinny- you can come over any time, just give me a heads up. If you need my cell #, just email me (no internet stalkers for mare! she alreadt gets wiered texts about strippers and Cowboys). I don't think we have yet named your space, but it is a very large space indeed.
MARE OUT!
Just before the show started, Brad was in the kitchen making popcorn and was sitting on the floor under the drying rack waiting for the popcorn to finish. Apparently, the drying rack (which is a heavy, metal pole) fell out of the wall and hit him across his face. So now, Brad has a large dent in his nose and it is rather swollen and bruised and does not look like fun. At all. But Alex, the FC, figured it wasn't broken or anything, plus the health centre wasn't open, so Brad just toughed it out.
After the OC (which was FANTABULUOUS) Mark and I ran back up to 9 Henday to grab my Khaluas and cookies and stuff and then back up to 8 Mac for some more socializing. Watched some table tennis, and then Mark and John went and stole a couch from 11 Mac. When they went up to get the other one, a girl came out of one of the wings, so they had to boot it back. lol. *sigh* boys. Apparently (well, according to CJ anyway) I was a bit more talkative last night. But I got really tired and crashed at like, 11pm, which Mark and CJ thought quite funny apparently.
Quinny- you can come over any time, just give me a heads up. If you need my cell #, just email me (no internet stalkers for mare! she alreadt gets wiered texts about strippers and Cowboys). I don't think we have yet named your space, but it is a very large space indeed.
MARE OUT!
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Uni
Whoa, I haven't updated in ages...well, I shall remedy that now. Sunday was spent doing basically nothing. Rachel and I skipped out of Air Band (can you blame us?) and took our own personal tour with Clare. But we had a mandatory assembly thing later called "Can I Kiss You", which was actually fairly entertaining because the speaker was charismatic. However, I have had enough lectures about sex to last me a lifetime. And I skipped the one during orientation. Well, I skipped a lot of orientation.
Mark and I ducked out of orientation at lunch on Monday, joined Becky's group Tuesday, and then ducked out again at lunch. Although, I would like to point out that I did go to a faculty-specific seminar later on. But that was just pointless. So basically, orientation didn't really do it for me.
I HEART my spanish class. Carmella, my prof, is great. She came in and spoke in Spanish for the first 15 minutes, so I was kind of worried that's how she would carry on which scared the hell out of me as I had pretty much no idea what was going on, but she switched to English after a while.
I'm loving all my classes so far (well, I don't love math, but I can handle it), and I love living here! I heart uni to the max! lol.
I'M GOING TO IKEA.
Mare out.
Mark and I ducked out of orientation at lunch on Monday, joined Becky's group Tuesday, and then ducked out again at lunch. Although, I would like to point out that I did go to a faculty-specific seminar later on. But that was just pointless. So basically, orientation didn't really do it for me.
I HEART my spanish class. Carmella, my prof, is great. She came in and spoke in Spanish for the first 15 minutes, so I was kind of worried that's how she would carry on which scared the hell out of me as I had pretty much no idea what was going on, but she switched to English after a while.
I'm loving all my classes so far (well, I don't love math, but I can handle it), and I love living here! I heart uni to the max! lol.
I'M GOING TO IKEA.
Mare out.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
The Big Move-In
So yesturday was the move-in to res. I would have blogged earlier, but Mark didn't get my internet up until later last night, and I still need a cable.
Move-in was a little hectic, but it went well. I arrived before rabe, so I waited in line with Mark (who came down to keep me company) until she arrived. And then Clare came along for company as well, so we were all good. It took us a while to get through the line, but once we got into the gym it went really quick. We got photos done for our meal card and recieved our room key. For all those who care, we're floor 9 on Henday, room 57. High up when taking the stairs, but it's good for noise level.
We switched our desks around, so we have a little cubicle of space for working. Then of course, came the Great Un-packing. It took me ages to get everything put away, but it is, and it's all homey and everything.
We had the stupidest floor meeting, or "icebreakers" I suppose it was. We had to tell our name and two truths and a lie about ourselves, and then everyone else had to guess. It was stupid and embarassing. lol. But I just don't like mandatory mingling stuff. We've about a bazillion floor meetings/activities today, which will probably suck. Oh, and there is no Floorcest. Everyone on our floor is to be considered our brothers and sisters. ...I don't know about this school lol.
After dinner, Mark, Fleg, and I went to visit Luke's grave as it was the first anniversary and all. And then back to our residences for yet another floor meeting. Andrea came over for a bit whilest I finished unpacking and then after she left, Mark came over for a bit.
So basically, it was a busy, yet productive, day.
Oh, Stacy is on 5 Henday, Rob is on 7 Mackenzie, and Mark is on 8 Mac. There will be a lot of walking lol.
Mare OUT!
Move-in was a little hectic, but it went well. I arrived before rabe, so I waited in line with Mark (who came down to keep me company) until she arrived. And then Clare came along for company as well, so we were all good. It took us a while to get through the line, but once we got into the gym it went really quick. We got photos done for our meal card and recieved our room key. For all those who care, we're floor 9 on Henday, room 57. High up when taking the stairs, but it's good for noise level.
We switched our desks around, so we have a little cubicle of space for working. Then of course, came the Great Un-packing. It took me ages to get everything put away, but it is, and it's all homey and everything.
We had the stupidest floor meeting, or "icebreakers" I suppose it was. We had to tell our name and two truths and a lie about ourselves, and then everyone else had to guess. It was stupid and embarassing. lol. But I just don't like mandatory mingling stuff. We've about a bazillion floor meetings/activities today, which will probably suck. Oh, and there is no Floorcest. Everyone on our floor is to be considered our brothers and sisters. ...I don't know about this school lol.
After dinner, Mark, Fleg, and I went to visit Luke's grave as it was the first anniversary and all. And then back to our residences for yet another floor meeting. Andrea came over for a bit whilest I finished unpacking and then after she left, Mark came over for a bit.
So basically, it was a busy, yet productive, day.
Oh, Stacy is on 5 Henday, Rob is on 7 Mackenzie, and Mark is on 8 Mac. There will be a lot of walking lol.
Mare OUT!
Friday, September 02, 2005
The Great Move-In Day Approaches
In fact, it occurs tomorrow, which means I am a very excited Mare. Hopefully it will go well. I'm optomistic.
I helped Mark pack and clean his truck, and I also helped Rabe pack today so I am the ultimate packer now (having packed three times). It's quite hot and steamy. I also ate my first (and, most likely, last) Millers ice cream of the year, and it was quite tastey. I enjoyed it immensely.
Oh, incidentally, Mark has finally updated his blog. Huzzah, and about time lol.
And lastly, a quote I could have used for my Cynical post:
"A cynic is not merely one who reads bitter lessons from the past, he is one who is prematurely disappointed in the future." ~ Sidney J. Harris
Sorry about the crappy update, but I really haven't done anything of note. Mare out.
I helped Mark pack and clean his truck, and I also helped Rabe pack today so I am the ultimate packer now (having packed three times). It's quite hot and steamy. I also ate my first (and, most likely, last) Millers ice cream of the year, and it was quite tastey. I enjoyed it immensely.
Oh, incidentally, Mark has finally updated his blog. Huzzah, and about time lol.
And lastly, a quote I could have used for my Cynical post:
"A cynic is not merely one who reads bitter lessons from the past, he is one who is prematurely disappointed in the future." ~ Sidney J. Harris
Sorry about the crappy update, but I really haven't done anything of note. Mare out.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
A Boring Day
Yesturday was stupid. I couldn't get anyone to cover my shift, so I went into work. When I was upstairs, I ran into Ashley (who wasn't supposed to be there for another 45 minutes) and she was all "What are you doing here?" So I told her I couldn't get anyone to take my shift. Her response? They called her and asked her to come in earlier for me. Oh. And no one decided to tell me? Apparently not. So we talked to Pam and she told me just to go home. So I did.
Once home, I called my mother to tell her I was home, then phoned Mark, then crawled back in bed. Got up after about an hour and did nothing. Daddy went over the neighbour's after work to tell him his fence was broken and his cows were in our field. They weren't his cows (he rents out), but he fixed the fence anyway, which was rather nice of him considering he didn't technically have to. *sigh* No cows for Rabe or the cyotes.
Once home, I called my mother to tell her I was home, then phoned Mark, then crawled back in bed. Got up after about an hour and did nothing. Daddy went over the neighbour's after work to tell him his fence was broken and his cows were in our field. They weren't his cows (he rents out), but he fixed the fence anyway, which was rather nice of him considering he didn't technically have to. *sigh* No cows for Rabe or the cyotes.
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