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I remember this one Sunday night in grade 7. It was around 9 pm, and my Dad had just picked Tanya and I up at the movie theatre. As we were driving her home, she made a comment on how it was homework time now, and I remember being like "WHAT? You don't have your homework done?! But it's Sunday night!?!"
If only someone had told me that just a year later, Sundays would be entirely devoted to working (aka procrastinating for several hours and then staying up until ungodly hours) which would in turn give everyone a bad start for their week, whether it was 2 or 4 hours of sleep, it didn't really matter. And here I am, proving that to be true, 12:18 in the morning, writing on livejournal with at least 500 words left to write for my economics paper. There really isn't a point of fighting it anymore.
Aside from lots of homework, the weekend has been fairly good. Friday we chilled at Liz's for a while, frolicked around in the pool and whatnot. I then went home to apply for OSAP/McGill's bursary program as today was the deadline, and then went back out to Marianna's, went on a nature hike, sat around and talked and then I eventually went home since I kept falling asleep in the middle of the conversation and didn't want to face the same fate on my drive home. Saturday was my first day of work at the Health Centre, and it was pretty sweet. I just learned stuff and talked with Lana, the receptionist. Saturday night I went with Marianna, Sayuri, David Aitken, Stephen and some of his friends from Haig to this "Art Party" thing. There were four bands that played, one chick was possibly the worst thing I have ever heard, one band was decent and the others were so lame its funny. However, we went to Ottawa before hand which meant that it was still fairly entertaining. The show ended around 11:30 but the four of us were tired so we just grabbed some cheap falafel and headed home.
Pictures of Friday to be posted when I can afford to procrastinate that much....I'm beyond that point now.
If only someone had told me that just a year later, Sundays would be entirely devoted to working (aka procrastinating for several hours and then staying up until ungodly hours) which would in turn give everyone a bad start for their week, whether it was 2 or 4 hours of sleep, it didn't really matter. And here I am, proving that to be true, 12:18 in the morning, writing on livejournal with at least 500 words left to write for my economics paper. There really isn't a point of fighting it anymore.
Aside from lots of homework, the weekend has been fairly good. Friday we chilled at Liz's for a while, frolicked around in the pool and whatnot. I then went home to apply for OSAP/McGill's bursary program as today was the deadline, and then went back out to Marianna's, went on a nature hike, sat around and talked and then I eventually went home since I kept falling asleep in the middle of the conversation and didn't want to face the same fate on my drive home. Saturday was my first day of work at the Health Centre, and it was pretty sweet. I just learned stuff and talked with Lana, the receptionist. Saturday night I went with Marianna, Sayuri, David Aitken, Stephen and some of his friends from Haig to this "Art Party" thing. There were four bands that played, one chick was possibly the worst thing I have ever heard, one band was decent and the others were so lame its funny. However, we went to Ottawa before hand which meant that it was still fairly entertaining. The show ended around 11:30 but the four of us were tired so we just grabbed some cheap falafel and headed home.
Pictures of Friday to be posted when I can afford to procrastinate that much....I'm beyond that point now.