Beth's Schizoid Nightmare
It finally happened ; last week, I had a nightmare about getting a 'B' on an exam...*sigh* It was the most horrible, traumatic thing ever while I was having the nightmare. My life was collapsing before my eyes while misery enveloped the void within me. However, when I woke up, I was thoroughly confused. Who am I; Lisa Simpson ?!
What kind of douchebag has nightmares about getting a B on an exam.
Hell, even if it's an F, I usually don't care that much about it. I try to take a 'What's done is done' approach to life, school included, so bad grades never bother me after that initial flinch. For me, getting a D on an important exam is like getting a shot ; I dread it, and it stings for a bit, but it never lingers.
I wonder if there is some part of my subconscious that cries + eats the metaphorical pint of Ben + Jerry's in front of "10 Things I Hate about You" every time I get a C. Ah well, out of ...consciousness...out of ...mind...I...think. Yeah.
There seems to be some truth to this theory. Today, like every Monday, I had a Japanese Quiz. Today, like every Monday, I woke up feeling like crap + wanted to skip the quiz, even though I sorta studied last night, and woke up early enough to study some more.
"It's okay." my thoughts murmured. "You can make up the quiz, along with the other 3...God, cramming for those is gonna suck. How the hell did I get into this mess ? I still have to do all the homework, too ! Why don't I spend more time studying and less time watching South Park ?! Why can't I at least give a half-assed attempt at being scholarly ?! "
I struggled valiantly to ignore those mean 'logical' parts of me and fall into a peaceful slumber. Every other week, I had succeeded. The wistful dream of 'putting it off 'till tomorrow' was enough to calm my raging guilt. Alas, twas not to be ! Despite my very best efforts to procrastinate and continue my streak of missing Japanese quizzes, I could not fall back asleep. Some kind of miracle occurred that March morning ; for the first time this semester, I woke up, studied, and took my Japanese quiz. I probably got an 'A', too. They're pretty fucking easy. Somehow, I broke the vicious cycle ...against my own will . That subconscious part of me that wants to get good grades finally won. Bastard.
At least I haven't yet gone back on my vow to 'work harder' after Spring Break.
Speaking of Spring Break, Montreal was amazing. We did all of the standard tourist-y things, (Fine Art Museum, Montreal Casino, Modern Art Museum, the Biodome, Chinatown, gawking at architecture, excessive shopping in the underground city) but also tried (with some success) to venture with trepidation outside of our shiny American Bubble.
Ok, so we ate once at McDonald's, Subway, and Burger King, respectively. HOWEVER, we also ate at Tim Horton's (a Canadian Au Bon owned by Wendy's, but still, originally Canadian), some random Pub (McLean's, or something), MMMmuffins, and finally, St. Hubert.Steve and I were drawn in to the restaurant by the captivating, yet bizarre-looking rooster on its signs...(You can see it if you click on the link.) It was awesome, cos I got me a chicky pot pie. mmmm.
We went to the modern art museum on Wednesday Night because it was free, and this was probably a mistake ; every hipster in the surrounding 1000 mile radius was there. I've never seen so many variations on the 'faux hawk with leggings' ensemble. Because of the throngs of junior-art-critics-in-training, we couldn't get to 1/2 of the museum. (You had to wait in like...a 3 hour line. F that, we were hungry.) Even so, we saw some sculptures, and an installation. Steve is convinced that 'installation' is synonymous with 'Dark room with creepy videos complimented by an angry guy chanting in German over ambient music' but I hope someday to disprove this view. Sad to say, I haven't yet been able to show him an installation that breaks this stereotype...
The "Biodome" was really cute, although I know referencing it is an invitation for Pauly Shore quotations. Go ahead, quote him. I dare you. (Especially you, Steve, one more "Buuu-dday" and I'm going to punch you. ) Anyway, it was sorta like a zoo, except there was a dome over it and it simulated different environments. (It was nice to go for a brief time into the simulated rainforest; Montreal was fucking freezing cold, and the wind made it even worse!) Their 'metro' was much cleaner than New York's subway, plus the trains ride on little tires like the one in Paris. Awww.
As for the shopping...Well,first off, I couldn't resist the lure of Urban Outfitters. (I'm sorry, I'm sorry.) Have no fear, though ; we probably spent a good 12 hours or more shopping in the 'Underground City' (and...well, some parts of it were above ground...) Soooo many malls, so many stores...I bought lots of clothes from random Canadian stores ; I was able to find some things from French companies (like Kana Beach) that they don't have in the 'States'. Kana Beach's stuff is crazy, I wish I had more money... I also got a custom dress made at "Bang-On"; they're a Canadian make-your-own-clothes chain that also has a store in NYC. (It's sorta like Funk and Standard or any crappy 'shore' gift shop except it has much better prints + greater selection of clothing for the prints) The dress I made is, of course, amazing...It has the bombs from Super Mario World on the back + an 8-bit skull and crossbones on the front. I'll show you !
Wow, this entry is really long. Guess I should update this thing more often. Eh. Oh well. I couldn't really update from Montreal. I was too busy watching bad American reality tv. (One problem with Montreal ; unless you wanna go drinking, everything fun pretty much closes by 7pm on weekdays ! ) At least our Hotel was awesome; I had the luxury of enjoying a whirlpool bath while watching 'Super Nanny'. Simply amazing. It was kind of hard adjusting to America again, where everyone speaks English...Most people in Montreal would just wander over to me and start spouting gibberish in French (seriously, it has to be gibberish...I had 4 years of High School french and 8 years of Muzzy commercials, and I still couldn't understand a damn thing that these people were saying ! Not one person said "Je suis une jeune fille!" ) Basically, I had to keep giving them blank looks till they said
"Parlez vous Francais?" and I could be all like "...Anglais..." (I think "Je Parle Anglais" might confuse them...cos...by saying that ,I am using some French...heh.)
Steve and I vow that when we go back, we're wearing "Remember 9-11 " trucker hats + T shirts that say "Don't Mess with Texas"...Even that may not work, though ; at the Casino, I saw a 60-year-old French-Canadian man wearing an "A Simple Plan" t-shirt with tight pants + cowboy boots.
Tres chic.
What kind of douchebag has nightmares about getting a B on an exam.
Hell, even if it's an F, I usually don't care that much about it. I try to take a 'What's done is done' approach to life, school included, so bad grades never bother me after that initial flinch. For me, getting a D on an important exam is like getting a shot ; I dread it, and it stings for a bit, but it never lingers.
I wonder if there is some part of my subconscious that cries + eats the metaphorical pint of Ben + Jerry's in front of "10 Things I Hate about You" every time I get a C. Ah well, out of ...consciousness...out of ...mind...I...think. Yeah.
There seems to be some truth to this theory. Today, like every Monday, I had a Japanese Quiz. Today, like every Monday, I woke up feeling like crap + wanted to skip the quiz, even though I sorta studied last night, and woke up early enough to study some more.
"It's okay." my thoughts murmured. "You can make up the quiz, along with the other 3...God, cramming for those is gonna suck. How the hell did I get into this mess ? I still have to do all the homework, too ! Why don't I spend more time studying and less time watching South Park ?! Why can't I at least give a half-assed attempt at being scholarly ?! "
I struggled valiantly to ignore those mean 'logical' parts of me and fall into a peaceful slumber. Every other week, I had succeeded. The wistful dream of 'putting it off 'till tomorrow' was enough to calm my raging guilt. Alas, twas not to be ! Despite my very best efforts to procrastinate and continue my streak of missing Japanese quizzes, I could not fall back asleep. Some kind of miracle occurred that March morning ; for the first time this semester, I woke up, studied, and took my Japanese quiz. I probably got an 'A', too. They're pretty fucking easy. Somehow, I broke the vicious cycle ...against my own will . That subconscious part of me that wants to get good grades finally won. Bastard.
At least I haven't yet gone back on my vow to 'work harder' after Spring Break.
Speaking of Spring Break, Montreal was amazing. We did all of the standard tourist-y things, (Fine Art Museum, Montreal Casino, Modern Art Museum, the Biodome, Chinatown, gawking at architecture, excessive shopping in the underground city) but also tried (with some success) to venture with trepidation outside of our shiny American Bubble.
Ok, so we ate once at McDonald's, Subway, and Burger King, respectively. HOWEVER, we also ate at Tim Horton's (a Canadian Au Bon owned by Wendy's, but still, originally Canadian), some random Pub (McLean's, or something), MMMmuffins, and finally, St. Hubert.Steve and I were drawn in to the restaurant by the captivating, yet bizarre-looking rooster on its signs...(You can see it if you click on the link.) It was awesome, cos I got me a chicky pot pie. mmmm.
We went to the modern art museum on Wednesday Night because it was free, and this was probably a mistake ; every hipster in the surrounding 1000 mile radius was there. I've never seen so many variations on the 'faux hawk with leggings' ensemble. Because of the throngs of junior-art-critics-in-training, we couldn't get to 1/2 of the museum. (You had to wait in like...a 3 hour line. F that, we were hungry.) Even so, we saw some sculptures, and an installation. Steve is convinced that 'installation' is synonymous with 'Dark room with creepy videos complimented by an angry guy chanting in German over ambient music' but I hope someday to disprove this view. Sad to say, I haven't yet been able to show him an installation that breaks this stereotype...
The "Biodome" was really cute, although I know referencing it is an invitation for Pauly Shore quotations. Go ahead, quote him. I dare you. (Especially you, Steve, one more "Buuu-dday" and I'm going to punch you. ) Anyway, it was sorta like a zoo, except there was a dome over it and it simulated different environments. (It was nice to go for a brief time into the simulated rainforest; Montreal was fucking freezing cold, and the wind made it even worse!) Their 'metro' was much cleaner than New York's subway, plus the trains ride on little tires like the one in Paris. Awww.
As for the shopping...Well,first off, I couldn't resist the lure of Urban Outfitters. (I'm sorry, I'm sorry.) Have no fear, though ; we probably spent a good 12 hours or more shopping in the 'Underground City' (and...well, some parts of it were above ground...) Soooo many malls, so many stores...I bought lots of clothes from random Canadian stores ; I was able to find some things from French companies (like Kana Beach) that they don't have in the 'States'. Kana Beach's stuff is crazy, I wish I had more money... I also got a custom dress made at "Bang-On"; they're a Canadian make-your-own-clothes chain that also has a store in NYC. (It's sorta like Funk and Standard or any crappy 'shore' gift shop except it has much better prints + greater selection of clothing for the prints) The dress I made is, of course, amazing...It has the bombs from Super Mario World on the back + an 8-bit skull and crossbones on the front. I'll show you !
Wow, this entry is really long. Guess I should update this thing more often. Eh. Oh well. I couldn't really update from Montreal. I was too busy watching bad American reality tv. (One problem with Montreal ; unless you wanna go drinking, everything fun pretty much closes by 7pm on weekdays ! ) At least our Hotel was awesome; I had the luxury of enjoying a whirlpool bath while watching 'Super Nanny'. Simply amazing. It was kind of hard adjusting to America again, where everyone speaks English...Most people in Montreal would just wander over to me and start spouting gibberish in French (seriously, it has to be gibberish...I had 4 years of High School french and 8 years of Muzzy commercials, and I still couldn't understand a damn thing that these people were saying ! Not one person said "Je suis une jeune fille!" ) Basically, I had to keep giving them blank looks till they said
"Parlez vous Francais?" and I could be all like "...Anglais..." (I think "Je Parle Anglais" might confuse them...cos...by saying that ,I am using some French...heh.)
Steve and I vow that when we go back, we're wearing "Remember 9-11 " trucker hats + T shirts that say "Don't Mess with Texas"...Even that may not work, though ; at the Casino, I saw a 60-year-old French-Canadian man wearing an "A Simple Plan" t-shirt with tight pants + cowboy boots.
Tres chic.