Long time, no see.

So...I haven't blogged in awhile. But there really hasn't been anything interesting happen in my life, (as much as I hate the phrase) I'm not going to lie.

School is..well, school. It's hard to motivate myself to go to class and, more often than I should, I completely fail and stay home. I pulled an all-nighter on Sunday to get an essay done and have barely slept this week for God knows what reason. Sleep hates me. I know it. So basically, school is the devil. The end.

Lister. Lister is..questionable. Floor drama is vexing and somewhat stressful, despite the fact that I'm not in any of it. Just the fact that it creates tension annoys me. I really think we're the only floor that has this much tension. Seriously, Main all sleeps together and they're fine. Someone says something the wrong way and we're in an uproar. That's right, and upROAR. I just don't get it. And it doesn't come from having two girls wings, because the other wing pretty much keeps to itself. I just don't know anymore. All I can say is, I'm happy to be going to ECV next year, despite the fact that living arrangements have been thrown to hell.

And I have no idea why, but I feel so completely stressed that I randomly burst out crying. Even in class. Frankly, it's embarrasing. But you know what, I don't care anymore. I just want it to go away. In fact, I just want to sleep, but since that doesn't seem to be happening, I'll accept the going away.

But hey, it's not everyday that Siobhan flashes me in SUB, just today. In fact, I saw an entire boob. That's right. Me, and the rest of SUB. Oh yeah.

Oh, the Updatething

Despite having nothing of interest to say, I am updateing. Because my Theb has commanded it. But what to tell you?

Well, in the washroom in CAB basement (I'm sure you ladies have visted it), there is a stall that has a lot of writing on it.

Products of our environment

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Productive members of society

Now really, do you have nothing better to do in the stall than write? Perhaps micturating, by chance? Because that's what I do when I'm in a bathroom stall. Apparently I'm supposed to be writing messages.

I finally have my schedule sorted for next year. It just pretty much sucks. But what are you going to do? Nothing. That's right, i said it. Nothing.

And because I have nothing interesting to tell you (except perhaps that I have new unmentionables), I am going to stop now. So there.

One Day Nearer to Dieing

Well, there's lots to say about this week, but we'll see how much I get posted because, let's face it, I'm lazy. And hungry. But mostly lazy.

Thursday was a day and a half, let me tell you. Siobhan and I went to WEM because she wanted me to see a dress and I needed printer ink, so that was productive. On our way out, we saw these three 14 year old hoes and one was wearing a shirt that covered pretty much nothing. I mean it was cut down to her belly button and her A-cup bralessness was pretty much falling out all over the place. And yes, I was staring. I mean, that was the point of the shirt (or lack thereof), was it not? Well, snotty friend decided it wasn't was all "WHAT?!" as we walked by and then snickered to her friends. How cool. And then we had our margarita party, which was fantabulous. I definitely had three and a half shots and felt delightful after. Patches gave Kris* a massage that was apparently so good that Kris would "take it up the ass for a massage". Anywho, after many interesting things that I don't particularly remember, Kris and Jamie went home, and Siobhan and I stayed over in Mark's huge ass bed. God I love that bed. And then I had an 8 o'clock lab on Friday morning. Woot.

We went to the dinner theatre Eating Raoul staring Creepy Guy** because Brad was in it and he wanted me to come, so a bunch of us went. It was actually pretty funny, and the food was fairly good. Especially the desert. And then later I definitely fell asleep at Mark's without realizing it and Siobhan left me and I woke up at 9 30am and realized holy shit I have to get ready for choir today! AHHHHHHHHHHHH and why the hell was I dreaming about Dom...And where the hell am I? It was quite the stressful waking up. I don't reccommend it. And then choir was just long and boring and stupid, so I won't comment on that vexatiousness.

And now it's today. Huzzah! Time to do homework...


*who was incredibly drunk, I might add
** who happens to be in two of my classes...buhhh

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Vexation

I (dramatic pause) am VEXED. This has really been just a crappy month/after Christmas altogether. I didn't go to econ this morning (once again) because I was up until 2 30 with Mark and was far too tired to go. And then I was almost late for Spanish, which is never good, but hey, it was a crappy class anyway, so I might as well have been. And then I got practically no homework done this afternoon, and I can't even remember what I did with my day. Highlight: I got to see my bit on the side whom I haven't seen in far too long (and, by the by theb, I've decided to take music 103 for fine arts requirement after all).

Trying to plan out next year's schedule was incredibly frustrating and I need to go see an advisor, I think. Thursday. GOD! I hate uni right now. And then I went to History, and only stayed for half of it because it was boring as hell and I was doing Spanish instead anyway. And then I lied to my prof so I could get my essay outline at break so I wouldn't have to stay for the whole class. Great.

Fricken hell, I tried to do so well on my essay outline and instead I got a pointed "learn how to use a database" comment. And then she told me that my format was wrong, which she didn't tell us how to do in the first place. In fact, I believe her example of an essay started with "In this essay I will..." GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH. If anything, one would think that a university prof, especially a history prof, would know that that is NEVER the proper way to start an essay. EVER. Seriously, I just want to throw a book of essays at her and tell her to go back to english 10. Hell, go back to Grade 7 Language Arts. Seriously woman, Siberia couldn't have been that lacking. Well, it could have, but obviously she managed to become a prof.

And all this crap on floor is getting to me a little. I'm trying to be impartial, but sometimes I just want to shake people and tell them that none of this really matters. However.

And my mum called me last night and talked to me for a fricken hour. Half of which was her crying and whining over the phone about how stressed she is and how daddy is being mean to her and how she can't handle everything and Mary-Ellen What Should I do?!. You know what, just once I would really like HER to be the parent. Just ONCE. I'm tired of trying to manage her life and tell her everything is going to be okay and suggesting things she could do when she tells me its not going to work, no matter what I tell her. I'm tired of being the parent. Just once, I would like HER to tell ME that everything is going to be okay, and what I should do to solve all of my problems. Frickin just stop being the martyr all the time, because you know what, I have my own life to manage and try not to screw up without having to manage yours. Did you ever stop to think that maybe I'M not alright? Did you ever stop to think that maybe I'M still having problems dealing with grandma's death? Did you ever stop to think that maybe it's not MY JOB to keep your marriage from falling apart? No, I didn't think so. You never have.

You know what, I'm done. With everything. I just want to get through the rest of term without chucking myself out a window, because at this point, I'm there. Show me to the nearest window.

With Haste

In response to Hope's very deserved "post, woman!", I am officially posting. With haste. lol.

Oh my goodness, there's been so much to post about. A bunch of people went out to a kegger on Friday night, and Jamie wanted to work, and I believe Rachel went tobaganning, so Siobhan and I went out on a date. We saw Tristan and Isolde (at the cheap theatre in WEM), which was absolutely fantastic! If you haven't seen it yet, do so NOW. Aaaannnnnd...GO. lol. After the movie, we went to the washroom on the way out and after we had gotten into the food court I noticed my pants were falling down, which I thought was rather odd as I just did them up. So I look down, and OH MY GOD MY BELT IS UNDONE AND JUST HANING OPEN. I just about died laughing. Maybe that didn't deserve all caps, but seriously, who just leaves the bathroom without doing up their pants? I ask you.

So we made it out to the bus terminal (with my pants fully done up) and were staning in the shelter in I don't want to know what filth when we saw these guys outside smoking pot. So I was all "hey Siobhan, wanna go out there and smoke some pot?" lol. Seriously, it smelled that bad indoors. And then we see this middle aged guy approach the kids and pull out his wallet, so we were all "omg, are they dealing?!". But no. They weren't. The dude grabbed the joint and threw it on the ground and showed them something in his wallet and took their IDs as this other rather tall guy walked up and stood around. Oh yeah, we saw a drug bust lol. And THEN, there was a completely drunk guy on the bus who looked like he was about to vomit at any minute. My only thought was oh god please don't let this guy vomit until we get off the bus because I just might end up puking all over him if he does. Needless to say, it was an interesting night.

Saturday was somewhat less eventful. I did some homework, hung out, and then helped Mark move his room around now that CJ moved next door. That's right, we shoved the beds together so now mark has a huge ass bed. And then Jamie and Siobhan and I had a sleep-over in it with Mark. It was pretty hott lol. John came by this morning and Mark motioned him to come in and he just about did a double take at seeing us three girls in the bed before taking a flying leap on top of us lol. And then the four of us went out for brunch which turned into lupper.

And thus has been 3 days in the life of Mare Denisovich.