Either love me, or leave me alone
Sometimes I feel like university is one big contest to prove who can do the least amount of work.
Jill and I went to snackbar at midnight to get some coffee, and we were discussing how little we'd achieved today.
"Remember how we said we had a full eight hours to get all of our work done? I sat on MSN all night instead of catching up on Calc."
"I watched Sex and the City and then napped for two hours. I had 70 pages of Psych to do and got 10 done."
Conversations like these repeat themselves over and over, literally every day that I've been here.
Contrary to what I thought, university is not a cure for procrastination. If anything, sometimes it makes procrastination necessary. There is constantly something due. I have 800 pages of Compsci to read before my midterm, Info Retrieval readings, a Major Historiographical Essay, a Sex and Culture essay on Carmen, a Psych presentation and readings, my Info Retrieval midterm, and the much-feared Intent to Register Process for second year...all in the next two weeks. Most of these things need to get done in the next week so I can go home next Saturday for Steph's baby shower. This is one of those situations where I'm going to have to force myself to actually work--I can't miss the baby shower.
Steph, by the way, is looking so adorably pregnant. I would have pictures, but she refused to be photographed when I was home this Thursday. I came home with Kyle and Jenn to surprise my mom for her 50th:
I wish you all could have seen the expression on my mom's face when she realized that the three of us had come home. I don't think she's ever squealed like that in my life.
What you're not seeing is Trevor's dog Ella--she was to the right of the couch, pretty much passed out. She weighs about 20 pounds, and the other day she ingested approximately 500 Ibuprofen when she escaped from her cage. Steph came home to pink vomit all over the house, and that's what saved her. She got most of it out of her system before it could be absorbed. And since it was Ibuprofen and not Tylenol, there won't be as much liver damage. They took her to the vet where they pumped her stomach and gave her charcoal... it was like canine attempted suicide. It's had the effect of a partial lobotomy--only the good parts of her remain... for now. She'll get her pep back soon. I'm just so happy she's alive.
Getting back to school, sometimes university just feels like total bullshit. Like when you spend four hours watching Carmen and Don Giovanni and then go to a class where TAs show slides that say things like, "the bodily lower stratem of the grotesque imagery" (exact sex and culture quote). But mostly, I still love it here. Also, I fucking love the Caf Ladies. Most of them are sweethearts. I'm really gonna miss them (or at least someone cooking for me) when we move into our house in September. Smoothie Wednesdays and Fajita/Pasta/Stirfry/Omelette Bars rock my world on a biweekly basis.
Speaking of food... I made a decision after I went home last weekend and ran almost every day that it's time for me to get back into shape. I've lost a lot of muscle mass since I got here. I've actually been keeping it up--this week I did Capoeira classes and Total Muscle Conditioning. Tomorrow my roommate and I are doing BoxFit. And eating healthy is so easy in res--there's an unlimited supply of fresh, pre-cut produce.
In exactly two weeks, Colin, Christine and I are going to see Metric in London. Will Emily Haines snub me? Will I stuff her in a broom closet and take over lead singing for Metric? Only time will tell.
Jill and I went to snackbar at midnight to get some coffee, and we were discussing how little we'd achieved today.
"Remember how we said we had a full eight hours to get all of our work done? I sat on MSN all night instead of catching up on Calc."
"I watched Sex and the City and then napped for two hours. I had 70 pages of Psych to do and got 10 done."
Conversations like these repeat themselves over and over, literally every day that I've been here.
Contrary to what I thought, university is not a cure for procrastination. If anything, sometimes it makes procrastination necessary. There is constantly something due. I have 800 pages of Compsci to read before my midterm, Info Retrieval readings, a Major Historiographical Essay, a Sex and Culture essay on Carmen, a Psych presentation and readings, my Info Retrieval midterm, and the much-feared Intent to Register Process for second year...all in the next two weeks. Most of these things need to get done in the next week so I can go home next Saturday for Steph's baby shower. This is one of those situations where I'm going to have to force myself to actually work--I can't miss the baby shower.
Steph, by the way, is looking so adorably pregnant. I would have pictures, but she refused to be photographed when I was home this Thursday. I came home with Kyle and Jenn to surprise my mom for her 50th:
I wish you all could have seen the expression on my mom's face when she realized that the three of us had come home. I don't think she's ever squealed like that in my life.
What you're not seeing is Trevor's dog Ella--she was to the right of the couch, pretty much passed out. She weighs about 20 pounds, and the other day she ingested approximately 500 Ibuprofen when she escaped from her cage. Steph came home to pink vomit all over the house, and that's what saved her. She got most of it out of her system before it could be absorbed. And since it was Ibuprofen and not Tylenol, there won't be as much liver damage. They took her to the vet where they pumped her stomach and gave her charcoal... it was like canine attempted suicide. It's had the effect of a partial lobotomy--only the good parts of her remain... for now. She'll get her pep back soon. I'm just so happy she's alive.
Getting back to school, sometimes university just feels like total bullshit. Like when you spend four hours watching Carmen and Don Giovanni and then go to a class where TAs show slides that say things like, "the bodily lower stratem of the grotesque imagery" (exact sex and culture quote). But mostly, I still love it here. Also, I fucking love the Caf Ladies. Most of them are sweethearts. I'm really gonna miss them (or at least someone cooking for me) when we move into our house in September. Smoothie Wednesdays and Fajita/Pasta/Stirfry/Omelette Bars rock my world on a biweekly basis.
Speaking of food... I made a decision after I went home last weekend and ran almost every day that it's time for me to get back into shape. I've lost a lot of muscle mass since I got here. I've actually been keeping it up--this week I did Capoeira classes and Total Muscle Conditioning. Tomorrow my roommate and I are doing BoxFit. And eating healthy is so easy in res--there's an unlimited supply of fresh, pre-cut produce.
In exactly two weeks, Colin, Christine and I are going to see Metric in London. Will Emily Haines snub me? Will I stuff her in a broom closet and take over lead singing for Metric? Only time will tell.