Greetings From Monty
Great googly-moogly, I am being productive. For once. Okay, maybe not productive, but productivity is in sight. I'm doing the laundry, and drinking tea like an important person who has important things to attend to, and needs to be drinking tea importantly so she can get these important things done. Important things that need caffeine.
Like, for example, WebWork.
And I have left this WebWork for a long time. Oh poor, neglected linear homework. Is it because Prof. Klemes speaks like Rev. Lovejoy? Is it because matrices remind me of that horrible trilogy that involved Keanu Reeves and an ungodly amount of vinyl? Well, for whatever reason, I don't like doing it. I'll finally be able to get caught up this weekend. I know I've been saying that for the last four weekends, but I really think that this is my weekend! For I have discovered the key to studying: the study lounge. I study there, and study good. If I didn't the foam and plastic chairs would lead me to death, or at the very least mild and persistent back pain. See, right now I am in my room. AND I AM NOT STUDYING.
Without the chairs, I am nothing.
In other news, I have to choose a departmental program soon. And while I don't know what major I will declare, or even when I have to, I know it won't be economics. I can't even remember that I'm taking the damn course. I've almost succeeded in forgetting that I wrote a test in it today. So, that's another thing to do this weekend. Also, I need to study Russian. Not only do I have a test next week, but my competence in the language has gone from charmingly bumbling to functionally retarded.
And there's a don selection committee meeting Friday night. For those of you not in the know, and what poor souls you are, don selection committee does what its name promises. We select dons, our floor fellows. For next year. In a committee. Anyway, I am pledged to remain confidential about the whole thing. I know one or two people read this who are applying to be dons, and we can't have hilarious application horror stories going around the rez. For not only does that lead to hilarity, but to HURT FEELINGS. And hurt feelings sometimes lead to you being hooked on them. Hooked, like the Hoff.
There's also a small thing that I'm ignoring. My living situation next year. I think most of you know about the friend dilemma. I'll recap for Nathan. My friend and I were planning on living together next year, but after actually spending sustained time with her, I have realized that as much as I love her, I couldn't live with her without stabbing myself in the eye with a fork. However, I do want to keep her as a friend. Which leads to a matter of utmost diplomatic emergency. Faced with this, I have taken the bravest route. I whine about it to everyone but her. Clearly, I am a tool.
But even if I do manage to maneouver my way out of this one, I'll need to decide what then to do. Hypothetically, I would like to live with a friend, or friends. However, that's "hypothetically". I think I should realize that realistically, it would end up with me alienating yet one more person, and stolen room mate All-Bran. Furthermore, most of my friends at McGill have decided that they want to live alone. Which is fair enough, but it means that I would wither have to make new friends, or drug one of the ones that I already have. And I just don't know where the get some GHB.
I'm also worried that I'm not taking this seriously. Like T, I really want to have a cat. This is in spite of my intense allergy to the furry beasts, and the existence of Gibby. Gibby would make a lovely snack for a cat. He's none too bright and easily caught. Then there's the usual practical considerations of cost, difficulty in finding a place to stay, blah blah blah. Not that they have stopped me from browsing the Guelph Humane Society's adoption listings. They have pictures! I'm also putting off dealing with the living situation until the weekend.
To round off this entry, I will now present my adjusted 2006 goals:
-Get a summer job
-Er, work on that "getting engaged with the world" thing
-Control my spending habits (in my defence, they have gotten much better)
-Emulate Rosemary: sort of neat and sort of studious!
-Do something about the self-esteem issue.
-Get my G2. Work on mom about the scooter.
-Stop talking about the Iv at least once every day, People are starting to think that I am a little strange. I'll try to keep it down to every two days.
For the blog:
1. Change the layout, just a little.
2. Post at least twice a week.
3. Actually write about knitting. Maybe take a picture or two.
Like, for example, WebWork.
And I have left this WebWork for a long time. Oh poor, neglected linear homework. Is it because Prof. Klemes speaks like Rev. Lovejoy? Is it because matrices remind me of that horrible trilogy that involved Keanu Reeves and an ungodly amount of vinyl? Well, for whatever reason, I don't like doing it. I'll finally be able to get caught up this weekend. I know I've been saying that for the last four weekends, but I really think that this is my weekend! For I have discovered the key to studying: the study lounge. I study there, and study good. If I didn't the foam and plastic chairs would lead me to death, or at the very least mild and persistent back pain. See, right now I am in my room. AND I AM NOT STUDYING.
Without the chairs, I am nothing.
In other news, I have to choose a departmental program soon. And while I don't know what major I will declare, or even when I have to, I know it won't be economics. I can't even remember that I'm taking the damn course. I've almost succeeded in forgetting that I wrote a test in it today. So, that's another thing to do this weekend. Also, I need to study Russian. Not only do I have a test next week, but my competence in the language has gone from charmingly bumbling to functionally retarded.
And there's a don selection committee meeting Friday night. For those of you not in the know, and what poor souls you are, don selection committee does what its name promises. We select dons, our floor fellows. For next year. In a committee. Anyway, I am pledged to remain confidential about the whole thing. I know one or two people read this who are applying to be dons, and we can't have hilarious application horror stories going around the rez. For not only does that lead to hilarity, but to HURT FEELINGS. And hurt feelings sometimes lead to you being hooked on them. Hooked, like the Hoff.
There's also a small thing that I'm ignoring. My living situation next year. I think most of you know about the friend dilemma. I'll recap for Nathan. My friend and I were planning on living together next year, but after actually spending sustained time with her, I have realized that as much as I love her, I couldn't live with her without stabbing myself in the eye with a fork. However, I do want to keep her as a friend. Which leads to a matter of utmost diplomatic emergency. Faced with this, I have taken the bravest route. I whine about it to everyone but her. Clearly, I am a tool.
But even if I do manage to maneouver my way out of this one, I'll need to decide what then to do. Hypothetically, I would like to live with a friend, or friends. However, that's "hypothetically". I think I should realize that realistically, it would end up with me alienating yet one more person, and stolen room mate All-Bran. Furthermore, most of my friends at McGill have decided that they want to live alone. Which is fair enough, but it means that I would wither have to make new friends, or drug one of the ones that I already have. And I just don't know where the get some GHB.
I'm also worried that I'm not taking this seriously. Like T, I really want to have a cat. This is in spite of my intense allergy to the furry beasts, and the existence of Gibby. Gibby would make a lovely snack for a cat. He's none too bright and easily caught. Then there's the usual practical considerations of cost, difficulty in finding a place to stay, blah blah blah. Not that they have stopped me from browsing the Guelph Humane Society's adoption listings. They have pictures! I'm also putting off dealing with the living situation until the weekend.
To round off this entry, I will now present my adjusted 2006 goals:
-Get a summer job
-Er, work on that "getting engaged with the world" thing
-Control my spending habits (in my defence, they have gotten much better)
-Emulate Rosemary: sort of neat and sort of studious!
-Do something about the self-esteem issue.
-Get my G2. Work on mom about the scooter.
-Stop talking about the Iv at least once every day, People are starting to think that I am a little strange. I'll try to keep it down to every two days.
For the blog:
1. Change the layout, just a little.
2. Post at least twice a week.
3. Actually write about knitting. Maybe take a picture or two.