Oh look, the library has a computer lab too
Oy vey, I have 3 hours to kill before meeting my tutoring students, and really not a lot I want to do in the meantime. I've pretty much finished the second draft of my intro (a day later than I wanted to, but still). I just need to get a couple articles on the different measures of perceived social support, but of course I can't access them from Trent. Thank you very much. This means I'll have to order them and actually pay for them, which kind of pisses me off. Here's hoping it a) doesn't cost too much and b) doesn't take a month to arrive or something. I've let Elaine know about the whole thing, tho, so hopefully she won't mind that that section is missing from my intro.
I should also probably work on critical comments on the two articles I read for Psychopathology tomorrow, but I'm not feeling overly critical at the moment. Well, that's a total lie. I'm feeling very critical. But at the moment most of my comments would probably be along the lines of "these people suck, why do they make things so complicated, I hate reading articles, curse all researchers and their stuffy writing styles". Not particualily useful.
I don't even have anything all that interesting to ramble about (other than most of the time when my ramblings are simply riviting {however the hell that's spelt}). I had a pretty crazy dream last night but am not crazy enough to write about it in a public space where anyone could be reading over my shoulder. If you're really interested, ask me about it later. Swimming was good, up to 40 lengths which hopefully means there'll be a blizzard celebration by the end of next week. The end of next week also signifies the beginning of Reading Week. Usually this would be a cause for celebration, but since my proposal is officially due the day after Reading Week ends, it means lots of work for Bootler. Not cool.
Oh! Thanksgiving was pretty damn good. Both avain and suppishld travelled to Whitby for the celebration of turkey death. Jamie came home with my on Friday so he got to sit through a viewing of the "classic" Pink Panther. Why is it that "classic" means the exact opposite of "good"? Then on Saturday we went to the Distillery District with my mom and her brother (Uncle Peter) and his wife (Aunt Merrillee). Wandered around for a bunch, and talked my mom into buying some really expensive hot chocolate that turned out to be not great. After that we went go-karting. I'll admit, it wasn't my best run. After beating everyone soundly the first two laps, I got a little cocky and managed to spin out three times over the next few laps. But when it was only me and Jamie and one of the in charge guys made Jamie wait for me to start, I totally kicked his ass. Even though he hit me twice. So HA! Saturday night we celebrated my dad's birthday with cake, The Transporter, and cards. I think he's also getting a new leather jacket out of my mom.
Then Sunday morning we went off to pick up the Sabster. I therefore spent most of Sunday with Sab and Jamie in the basement where we watched TV, played Life, played Egyptian Ratscrew, played Go Fish, and generally hid from any work we might be expected to do. Once people started arriving for dinner we fled to walk the dog. Upon returning we participated in the traditional "here's why my life is so great, how about you?" fest that happens whenever family congregates. It actually wasn't too shabby, but by the time everyone arrived there were 14 people crowded into the living room (well, 13 or 12, since there were people in the kitchen putting dinner together as well), so it was impossible to keep track of all the conversations. Sab and I agreed, it's much better to follow multiple conversations in a chatroom. But whatever. Eventually moved on to the dinner portion of the evening, where there were two turkeys and a roast beef, mashed potatoes, beans (triple washed!), beets, turnip (blech), brussel sprouts (double blech), and cranberry sauce. Sab also made the gravy, because she rocks. Everyone ate and ate and ate. And then we had dessert and ate some more. After dinner attempts were made to start a couple games on the behalfs of my mom and her sister (Aunt Wendy), but they were pretty much shot down. The manly men went off to watch football, the kids got to clear the table, and the dainty women got to continue chatting at the table. Eventually the Dowling folk (and assorted husbands/girlfriends) left, leaving me, Sab, Jamie, Mom, Dad, Aunt Merrillee, and Uncle Peter. Sean, who had managed to make it home, got a ride back to Waterloo with the Dowlings.
Here's where the night gets interesting. Sab, Jamie and I retreated to the basement to watch TV rather than watch football ("they spend so much time getting set up and then just fall over!" thank you Sab for your description of my father's favorite sport :P). Also, we wanted to get away from crazy drunken Aunt Merrillee. To Jamie's dismay, however, there was to be no escape. As we watched "The Hunt for Red October" on TV, Aunt Merrillee came down to the basement on numerous occasions to visit with her "boy toy". Poor, poor Jamie. I was seriously torn between killing myself laughing or curling up into a ball so I wouldn't have to watch anymore. Eventually Sab and I took it upon ourselves to protect Jamie, so he got to move away from the door where his ass had been far too vulnerable. Eventually the movie ended, and we all snuck our way upstairs so Jamie could make it to his room unmolested. Sab crashed on a cot in my room, so I got lots of fun gossip time which is always awesome. Hopefully Jamie didn't have too many nightmares. He must have barricaded the door or something, 'cause I don't think Merrillee managed to sneak her way in. Probably for the best.
The next day Merrillee and Peter had planned on driving me and Jamie back to Peterborough, since it's on the way to Cassleman. Thank god they left earlier than they had planned (yay Mom for suggesting it!) so we got a ride back from my mom instead. We also dropped off the Sabster, of course. Got back Monday afternoon, and the weekend was over.
Whew. That managed to be a much longer update than I originally anticipated. Only 2 hours 40 minutes to go. Eesh.
I should also probably work on critical comments on the two articles I read for Psychopathology tomorrow, but I'm not feeling overly critical at the moment. Well, that's a total lie. I'm feeling very critical. But at the moment most of my comments would probably be along the lines of "these people suck, why do they make things so complicated, I hate reading articles, curse all researchers and their stuffy writing styles". Not particualily useful.
I don't even have anything all that interesting to ramble about (other than most of the time when my ramblings are simply riviting {however the hell that's spelt}). I had a pretty crazy dream last night but am not crazy enough to write about it in a public space where anyone could be reading over my shoulder. If you're really interested, ask me about it later. Swimming was good, up to 40 lengths which hopefully means there'll be a blizzard celebration by the end of next week. The end of next week also signifies the beginning of Reading Week. Usually this would be a cause for celebration, but since my proposal is officially due the day after Reading Week ends, it means lots of work for Bootler. Not cool.
Oh! Thanksgiving was pretty damn good. Both avain and suppishld travelled to Whitby for the celebration of turkey death. Jamie came home with my on Friday so he got to sit through a viewing of the "classic" Pink Panther. Why is it that "classic" means the exact opposite of "good"? Then on Saturday we went to the Distillery District with my mom and her brother (Uncle Peter) and his wife (Aunt Merrillee). Wandered around for a bunch, and talked my mom into buying some really expensive hot chocolate that turned out to be not great. After that we went go-karting. I'll admit, it wasn't my best run. After beating everyone soundly the first two laps, I got a little cocky and managed to spin out three times over the next few laps. But when it was only me and Jamie and one of the in charge guys made Jamie wait for me to start, I totally kicked his ass. Even though he hit me twice. So HA! Saturday night we celebrated my dad's birthday with cake, The Transporter, and cards. I think he's also getting a new leather jacket out of my mom.
Then Sunday morning we went off to pick up the Sabster. I therefore spent most of Sunday with Sab and Jamie in the basement where we watched TV, played Life, played Egyptian Ratscrew, played Go Fish, and generally hid from any work we might be expected to do. Once people started arriving for dinner we fled to walk the dog. Upon returning we participated in the traditional "here's why my life is so great, how about you?" fest that happens whenever family congregates. It actually wasn't too shabby, but by the time everyone arrived there were 14 people crowded into the living room (well, 13 or 12, since there were people in the kitchen putting dinner together as well), so it was impossible to keep track of all the conversations. Sab and I agreed, it's much better to follow multiple conversations in a chatroom. But whatever. Eventually moved on to the dinner portion of the evening, where there were two turkeys and a roast beef, mashed potatoes, beans (triple washed!), beets, turnip (blech), brussel sprouts (double blech), and cranberry sauce. Sab also made the gravy, because she rocks. Everyone ate and ate and ate. And then we had dessert and ate some more. After dinner attempts were made to start a couple games on the behalfs of my mom and her sister (Aunt Wendy), but they were pretty much shot down. The manly men went off to watch football, the kids got to clear the table, and the dainty women got to continue chatting at the table. Eventually the Dowling folk (and assorted husbands/girlfriends) left, leaving me, Sab, Jamie, Mom, Dad, Aunt Merrillee, and Uncle Peter. Sean, who had managed to make it home, got a ride back to Waterloo with the Dowlings.
Here's where the night gets interesting. Sab, Jamie and I retreated to the basement to watch TV rather than watch football ("they spend so much time getting set up and then just fall over!" thank you Sab for your description of my father's favorite sport :P). Also, we wanted to get away from crazy drunken Aunt Merrillee. To Jamie's dismay, however, there was to be no escape. As we watched "The Hunt for Red October" on TV, Aunt Merrillee came down to the basement on numerous occasions to visit with her "boy toy". Poor, poor Jamie. I was seriously torn between killing myself laughing or curling up into a ball so I wouldn't have to watch anymore. Eventually Sab and I took it upon ourselves to protect Jamie, so he got to move away from the door where his ass had been far too vulnerable. Eventually the movie ended, and we all snuck our way upstairs so Jamie could make it to his room unmolested. Sab crashed on a cot in my room, so I got lots of fun gossip time which is always awesome. Hopefully Jamie didn't have too many nightmares. He must have barricaded the door or something, 'cause I don't think Merrillee managed to sneak her way in. Probably for the best.
The next day Merrillee and Peter had planned on driving me and Jamie back to Peterborough, since it's on the way to Cassleman. Thank god they left earlier than they had planned (yay Mom for suggesting it!) so we got a ride back from my mom instead. We also dropped off the Sabster, of course. Got back Monday afternoon, and the weekend was over.
Whew. That managed to be a much longer update than I originally anticipated. Only 2 hours 40 minutes to go. Eesh.