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So, I'm moving two weeks from tomorrow, and the preparations are starting to be a crazy blur. 

On Tuesday, I booked our accomodations, a hotel for our first two days in Moncton, and then a bed and breakfast for my parents during their five day stay in Sackville. Yesterday, after an hour and a half of calling, pricing, and comparing, my Mom reserved our rental car (a Ford Focus, haha). Today, we went to Staples and picked out what will probably end up being my laptop. It's an HP Pavillion DV6565CA, and it I have no idea what the digits mean, I just remembered them, so I could write them here. Tomorrow, I have an appointment at 11:00 at Scotiabank, as there is no Bank of Montreal in Sackville and they're going to charge me $2.50 every time I use my debit card unless I change banks. I also have to pick up my new glasses (they're RED, people, RED, with TRENDY SQUARE FRAMES), my new supply of contacts, and my winter jackets at the dry cleaners. On Thursday, I have a doctor's appointment to make sure that I'm not suffering from some incredibly deadly illness that will choose to reveal itself the moment our plane lands on maritime soil. (I'm also hanging out with Jamie on Thursday; hi, Jamie!) And, someday in the near future, I have to call David The Cat Sitter to see if he'll be able to look after Jack while we're gone, figure out when we'll be able to squeeze in a last minute trip to the lake, and do a trial pack job.

I am so, so excited. <3

Deathly Hallows

I apologize if you liked it, but Deathly Hallows fell sorely, sorely short of my expectations, especially the epilogue.
Did anyone else feel this way?
P.S.: There are spoilers in the comments!

Last night, Dean and I watched an episode of South Park where Oprah Winfrey's vagina tried to take over NYC. It was awesome.
Anyway, off to the lake for five days, see you fellers on Thursday!

Jun. 28th, 2007


I'm supposed to be going out to our cabin from Saturday until Thursday, but Sandy informed me this morning that I'm scheduled to work on Monday and Tuesday.
I can get back in time, but my mother will be livid if I only stay for two days. Not to mention that Brittany is supposed to be coming to stay from Tuesday until Thursday, and I was really looking forward to that.
I guess I'll just have to tell Sandy I can't do it. I really could've used that money, especially since my Dad made me pay for forty dollars worth of groceries the other day when we went to pick up a few things my mother had forgotten to bring with her. (She's been at the lake since Sunday.)
Well, eff.
And Spencer, when the hell are we hanging out?

Fun in other languages!

Oh, dear.

I'm taking a compulsory French skills assessment test for Mount Allison, so I can start registering for classes (I can't enroll in any French classes without taking this test), and I have NO FREAKING CLUE.

I never use passe compose! Only imparfait! That's what all Immersion students do! I don't know how to use "aller" in the present tense! Ils aillent? Ils va? Ils vais? OMG. Can't Marc and Jeanne go out for coffee in the passe simple and not the plus que parfait, because that would probably stop the continuous wrenching of hair from scalp type behaviours on my part, THANKS, MARC AND JEANNE.

I was (mostly) able to talk to (most of) The People of Quebec just fine last summer, so why is this test such a douche?

This reminds me too much of fifth first grade math. You know, If Pedro and Suzanne have eight apples, and Sven eats four apples, WHAT TENSE ARE THEY IN IF YOU WERE TO CONJUGATE THIS SENTENCE WITH THE FUTUR ANTERIEUR.

I want to call Emilie and just, you know, casually go through the entire thing, question by question, but I think she's doing physics and I think that's cheating.

I think I'll just go...learn all the answers and fill it out next week.

Registration in general is kicking my ass. What, am I just supposed to wake up the day after I'm accepted and magically understand it all? Apparently, I'm supposed to have some sort of "academic advisor" that answers all of my questions and helps me through the "registration process", a little like Hagrid explained to Harry that, yes, he's a wizard, and, no, his parents did not die in a car crash, but so far, Johannes vanderLeest (my "academic advisor") has not been on my radar.

Not to mention that registration started almost two months ago, and I just started looking into it last week. 
If it was easy, I'd be done it already, but it's not and I'm not, and we're both bitches.

I feel kind of weird today, but that might have something to do with the fact that I can't breathe through my nose. In the last two weeks, I've gone through three bottles of liquid Tylenol, two packs of Halls, and a bottle of Nyquill Nyquil NyQuil. Over the counter cold medication is my lover.

I bought a giant balloon at the circus last weekend (don't judge me), and I woke up this morning to find Jack trying to eat it. Apparently, no one fed him this morning, and anything red, round, and inedible was a fair substitute for his empty bowl. My life would be so sorely lacking if not for him <3.

Going out for Smitty's with Christi after creative writing evaluations on Monday. <3





Well, fuck me, I'm exhausted.
I woke up at seven this morning, went to my first class and listened to some guy speak about Why Evolution Sucks And Is A Lying Bitch, went home, went to bed and slept for eight hours. I woke up at five, ate a waffle, went back to bed and stared at the ceiling wishing that I could sleep some more but realized that damn I have to finish (defenceless) fetal pig lab for bio.
I now have a very detailed diagram, thanks to Google Images, of a fetal pig spread eagle on its back, just waiting for me and my limitless artistic talents to draw each of its undersized little organs onto a sheet of blank full scap.
It's times like these where I feel a certain need to unearth the age old mantra of "I love my life, I love my life, I love my life..."

Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.

1. I've been doing this thing for the last month or two where whenever I say the name of something really basic (think fork, rabbit, computer, spaghetti), I'll say the French word for that thing immediately afterward. Or, if someone else says, "Pass me that fork, please", I'll be like, "La fourchette." I don't know why I do this, but I'm pretty sure it will eventually start annoying people.

2. I'm kind of a pack rat. I have valentine cards from the fifth grade given to me by people I barely remember.

3. I'm a little mad at myself for buying my grad dress, even though I really quite like it. I had promised myself I wouldn't sell out and pull a Shay by buying a dress that was at all pouffy, beaded, or pink, and, well, I kind of did all three.

4. I cannot conjure up a time that predates when Brittany and I first met. It's just been too freaking long (in a good way <3).

5. I don't really like most of my extended family. They're all too insincere and competitive, and I don't have time for that bullshit.

6. I'm quite patriotic about Saskatchewan. The only reason I can cite for this is that somebody has to be, right?

7. I love bowling. I'm the Queen of Gutterballland (okay, that was bad), but I adore it so much.

8. I don't like The Lord of the Rings, and sometimes, that makes me feel guilty.

All right, here we go:
Jenny
Jamie
Christi
Roz
Kain (heh)
Kim
Peter
Chantal

Livejournal is so neglected. It's like no one has anything to say anymore or is at least resisting the urge to post it on the internet, heh.
If this proceeds to bore you half to death from this point on, you have my condolences. it wasn't intentional, I swear.
So, since it's become nearly inescapable lately, I'm sure I don't have to remind you that grad is in two and a half weeks.
On Sunday, I went to Regina and bought my shoes and clutch from Le Chateau. Haha, the shoes were twenty dollars, which makes Amber a happy girl. Yesterday, my mother and I went and priced corsages and boutonnieres, and we think we're going to order them from Evan's. I'm not overly crazy about wrist and pocket flowers, but, well, it's my once in a lifetime chance to have them and...that's a good enough reason for me.
Does anyone have any idea as to what one might write for a Toast to Canada? Any feedback is appreciated, because the best that I currently have is an interpretive dance that makes little-to-no sense.
Happy Birthday, Jamie! <3
Anyway, Jenn is calling and wants to go out, so I hope you all have a great week!

So, tomorrow, I cease to be seventeen and enter the world of being a legal adult.
I have to admit, that kind of scares me.

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