I actually left the house yesterday... two times! In the morning, my brother and I went Christmas shopping for our parents and one set of grandparents (we'd already bought the presents for the other set) and in the afternoon, I went to afternoon tea downtown and to the festival of lights in Kensington market, which was basically a parade that one should not attend while on hallucinogenic drugs. I also grabbed some dumplings from the dumpling house. 

Today, I think ice skating is on the agenda, and hopefully finishing up with my mother's Christmas present, and grabbing some shit for my brother from Best Buy. 

( 21, 22. )

Afternoon tea was quite pleasant. But we had a waiter who didn't know the menu, which, when you're going out for a very fancy afternoon tea is not impressive AT ALL. That's the kind of shit you'd expect at Kelsey's, not at fancy afternoon tea with a dress code. Also, being outside my house in Toronto tends to make me angry, I have learned. As does the TTC. 

Yesterday I watched my first Louis Theroux doc. It was about plastic surgery, and I thought it was okay. Although, I'm thinking that if I saw one that was about something a little more "obscure" than plastic surgery, it might have been more interesting, or I might have enjoyed it more.

( Day 15, the best day of all days! )

It was kind of cool to see Louis Theroux get liposuction though, and interview the doctor as the doctor was sucking out his fat. Now THAT was TV.

I have a really girly taste in music. I was trying to find something hardcore ish to listen to last night, and, aside from the few metal albums that I've got on my computer courtesy of exes, there's not much that a boy would want to listen to on there, I think. Aside from a bit of blues, maybe.

( Day 14, a non-fictional book. )
I am also rather worried about my stats exam. Which I will now go study for.

The thing I like the most about this weather is that I have brought out my big scarf, that covers the entire bottom half of my face. I like it because when I randomly start laughing for no reason in particular, people don't notice due to the wind (which blows really loudly and drowns the sound out) and due to the scarf (which covers my mouth completely).

Today there was about a 10-15 minute period where my two roommates who have boyfriends' boyfriends were over.

I thought I was going to implode.

I ran into Sarah's room, and we watched Gossip Girl.

Roommate boyfriend fail:

I came home today to find my roommate's boyfriend burning soup in our kitchen. For the first time since we'd moved in, our smoke alarm went off. The boyfriend in question wasn't cooking *with* the roommate, he was just cooking his dinner at our house. I feel like I have another roommate. And I feel like he's not a very good cook.

Roommate boyfriend win:

My other roommate's boyfriend works at Costco. He picked up a Costco sized pack of paper towel, and a Costco size pack of toilet paper. I feel like we will be set for a long time when it comes to these two things.

I was just looking at the facebook pictures of a few friends of mine.

One of them is currently working in Amsterdam, he's an architecture student at UW and is doing a work term there.
The other is currently attending med school in Ireland.

Both of them have, at some point, had pictures of them and their girlfriends in front of the Eiffel Tower.

I have come to the following two conclusions:

1. I hate them for being able to have those pictures. (Maybe I can get a sweet picture of me and my imaginary boyfriend in front of that clock tower in Victoria Park that used to be Kitchener's city hall?) Enjoy spending time with your REAL girlfriends in PARIS, assholes.

2. You can totally tell, based on the angle at which the picture is taken, where they're standing, colour composition etc. who is the med school student and who is the much more visually oriented, artistic architecture student.

(I would just like to add that they all look fantastic in these pictures).

Most drama: turning on the TV RIGHT AS JEOPARDY WAS STARTING.

Best money I spent: $8 for the UW Choir end of term concert

Biggest fail: burnt gingerbread cookies

Overall: a good weekend, not quite as productive or social as I'd hoped.

A friend of mine

Has hooked up with so many brothers from the same fraternity

Including their president

That she has been given a nickname.

I will not say what the nickname is

But it rhymes.

I am SO proud to be her friend.

I am going to buy my first ever package of ground soy this afternoon.

If I ever end up giving up meat, today will stick out in my mind, I'm sure.

 As soon as I learn how to drive, here is what I want to do: 

Get some kind of car. 

Drive to the Creation Museum, in northern Kentucky. From there, google maps has told me that it's only a 4 hour and 45 minute drive to Dollywood.

If that isn't motivation to learn to drive NOW, I don't know what is.  

 Things I have misplaced/lost recently: 

-my fingerless gloves
-a binder with info. about the play I am assistant stage managing
-my agenda

Where they are probably located
-my backpack
-my other bag
-somewhere around the house

Though they could totally be gone, too. 

In 31 days, the term will be over. I have fifteen days of classes left, including today. 

You can bet that I am counting down. 

 Girl in class: (after making a sort of silly observation without thinking about it first) Oh, yeah, nevermind, that was stupid. 
Prof: No, it wasn't stupid.... it was wrong--

(gets cut off by class laughing)

 Cool/interesting/funny/notable things that happened today... 

1. Participated in the UW Theatre Student Union's costume contest, got nominated for "most realistic" (Velma). 
2. Totally heard my upstairs neighbour's squeaky bed, she was either jumping on it with a friend of hers, or.... 
3. Laughed about it with my roommate. 
4. Decided to stick a note in their mailbox: "Dear girl who got lucky, your bed squeaks. Signed the girls downstairs"
5. Am about to go buy at least 11 tickets for Rocky on Saturday. 

I am SUPER EXCITED for Rocky, on Saturday. 

 I just really wanted to share this blog. 

I think it is, quite possibly, the only good Mommy Blog on the entire internet. 

I wish I had something to say to her. She seems relatively 'undiscovered,' based on the number of comments? 

Anyways, I think she is hilarious. She has made me laugh out loud, which I am sure this blog or this blog will probably never do. 

I completed an online study today, for credit. (4% of my mark in two of my psych courses comes from "research participation,") so today I participated. The study was on facebook, and how you felt about the way people had commented on your facebook status updates.

So, congratulations, if you commented first on one of my status updates, your comment has been imortalized, in the name of science! 

Even if you had only "liked" my status, the fact that it was liked by x amount of people is going to be in the study.

Um, I hope that whoever is coding the data for this study has fun with mine, and my comments.

My personal favourite:

Status update: is eating chicken. I don't know why I thought I could live without it...

Comment: "Oh, chicken. I just can't stay mad at you." -Wes

(I then had to rate the comment on thoughtfulness, supportiveness and positivity, on a 9 point likert-scale).

 I realize I've been updating less, and that's just not cool. I enjoy writing in my journal, but definitely not about "what I did today." 

For some reason, those little jokey stories haven't been happening to me much lately. 

I feel like I'm getting bogged down in life? I think I will be a much happier person after my accounting midterm, which is next Friday. (See, I've been thinking things like this all week. I bet nobody really gives a damn about my accounting midterm, though). 

I worked my first shift as an usher at the theatre on campus last night. It was a presentation given by someone at Microsoft. It seemed like they were trying to encourage engineering/CS students to want to work at Microsoft, instead of being attracted to the younger, hipper "competition" (like Apple and Google). My shift consisted of telling three people to please not rest their feet on the seats. The lecture was short. 

After the lecture was food. There was a LOT of food... more than anyone actually attending the lecture because they liked Microsoft could eat. So the ushers and I started eating the food too. They had nice little takeout containers, and the microsoft HR lady encouraged everyone to take extra containers of food home. I filled a container with cheese (there was a COMPLETELY UNTOUCHED CHEESE TRAY), and some crackers. I went to visit some friends of mine, and we sat around and ate the whole thing. It was delicious. 

Apparently the shift I had last night was not representative of what to expect while working (i.e. two hours of pay and a ton of free food). 

Damn. 

I...

-drank beer
-walked over to the venue
-stood in line
-got inside
-drank more beer
-danced a good polka with westacular

-made some shit up about myself for this guy (I am in 2nd year sociology at WLU)
-met wes's friends
-spilled beer
-danced with the people i came with
-made my grandparents proud of me. 

 My first thanksgiving dinner this year was at Fran’s diner in Toronto, at 1:30am on Saturday.

 

Every year, Fran’s diner has a thanksgiving dinner special. For $22.95, you can get a garden salad, turkey with mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing and cranberries, carrots, pumpkin pie for dessert and tea or coffee.

 

The turkey is dry, the cranberries came out of a can, the stuffing is mediocre at best and the mashed potatoes may or may not have once been powder in a box. They were out of pumpkin pie, we ate apple instead.

 

But eating a turkey dinner in a diner in downtown Toronto with another girl my age (Amanda) and a man almost twice our age was definitely a wonderful experience.

 

I think the idea was best justified by Wes: “it’s easier to catch the turkey off guard after midnight.” 

 Prof: "So really, this test is nothing to worry about. It's a nice, fuzzy test. Not a scary test." 

*powerpoint slide changes to a picture that is basically this*

Prof: Now that's scary. 

Prof: This test? Not scary.