12.16.03, 09:36.
quick update.

wow, i suck at updating lately.
i'm mid-exams right now. i had neuropsychology on friday night (it wasn't too bad, though it was a hard course all in all) and i have abnormal child development this afternoon. i'm flying out to calgary to see family tomorrow. here's to hoping i don't want to kill them by the end of the first week.
uh, that's about it. seriously. my life is dull right now. eat, study, shower, watch tv. which reminds me- "the simple life" is my new guilty pleasure. it's like a train wreck- so terrible, but you just can't look away.
now if you'll excuse me, i have some sweats to put on and some kraft dinner to eat. ahh, the student life.

11.22.03, 15:32.
saturday boredom.

four guinea pigs, four grapes. each pig got one, and yet a fight STILL breaks out.

i can't wait until the end of february- steve and i are going to cuba for a week. oh man, i'm damn near counting the days.

i got my hair relaxed last night. it's super-straight. i'm getting the back cut off on monday and it'll be leveled-out into a hot little bob. word.

11.19.03, 12:52.
eat/sleep/tomacco

ahh, the battle of humankind: i can't decide whether to sleep now and eat later, or eat now and sleep later. oh woe.

in other news, 'the simpsons' has far too much of an influence on the scientific world. yes, ladies and gents, tomacco has been invented.

11.18.03, 00:03.
<3

tonight = best two-year anniversary EVER.

10.31.03, 20:50.
meow!

it's 8:49pm and y'know how many trick-or-treaters we've had? ONE. one stinking kid dressed as a stinking kitty cat. i'm going to have SO much cotton candy left over...

10.30.03, 11:11.
fork goes here.

i have a neuroscience exam in less than four hours. let me tell you, i am NOT good at neuroscience.

all this talk of the brain is making me want to put a fork through mine.

fucking hell.

10.22.03, 14:51.
metrosexual.

today i learned what "metrosexual" means, and it might just be my new favourite word.

10.10.03, 19:16.
thanksgiving weekend.

i'm heading down to chatham to spend thanksgiving with the family- my dad should be here soon to pick me up. i'll be back on monday, a little bit fatter.

10.01.03, 08:45.
autumn is here!

i <3 october.

09.28.03, 14:04.
published letter.

my letter to the editor was published in friday's gazette. yay! it's viewable here- see "pit stop or pit strip?"

09.25.03, 13:19.
cough, snot, sniffle, repeat.

i've been sick for a week already. somebody make it go away!

09.19.03, 01:28.
axe-is of evil.

i've discovered the cause of my allergies this week: axe deoderant body spray for men. my roommates wears it constantly, and every time he comes into my room, i become congested and sniffly and my eyes start to run.

i'm getting another guinea pig tomorrow. mine is too lonely. i bought her a squeaky toy shaped like a guinea pig, and instead of playing with it, she just cuddles with it. it's very sad. i hope she'll be happier with a friend.

sniff, sniff, sniff. i need to get to bed.

09.13.03, 02:38.
best / worse thing.

the worst thing in the world are those people who know your soft spots and jam their fingers in like they're trying to get a mouthful of peanut butter.

the best thing in the world are those people who don't.

09.09.03, 23:53.
i guess i'll do it while i'm here.

the people in this place just fucking kill me sometimes. my favourite part of today was when someone said "term one is developmental disorders, like ADD. term two is on behavioral disorders, like muscular dystrophy." how ADD is developmental and, moreso, how muscular dystrophy is behavioural, i have no freaking clue. my second favourite part of today was another overheard conversation: "i was like, 'dude'! and she was like, 'no'!" i don't remember if it was always this way and i didn't notice, or if i'm just getting old and jaded in my graduating year. le sigh.

08.31.03, 11:41.
things to do.

my flight home is on monday night at 17:55 mountain time. yay! things to do before then:

1. finish sociology assignment.
2. go to dad's- get money owed to me and pick up house key.
3. do laundry.
4. ensure all my shopping is done.
5. pack my housewares.
6. get prescriptions and contact lenses.
7. get my hair cut.
8. pack aggie's gear.
9. clean my room.
10. pack my suitcases (clothes, etc.)
11. store and clear files from the computer.
12. pack winter coat, comforter covers, and sheets.
13. clean aggie's cage.
14. get to my weight watchers meeting for the week.

08.16.03, 22:31.
my thoughts upon returning home.

· i worry that my dog is going to die. she is getting old. she'll be 10 this month, to be exact. and i have several more years of school left. at least 6, to be exact. she probably won't live past 16. which means that one day, i'll get a phone call from my mother saying that she has earned her reward. i'm in tears already, just thinking about it.

· i worry that my father is going to die. he has high cholesterol and does not take care of himself. he is almost 50. he's at prime risk for a heart attack. i do not want my father to have a heart attack. i am crying harder.

· i want to see my love. i haven't seen him since may 2nd, and i miss him terribly. i want to lay in bed and stroke his back and kiss his shoulders, tasting the oil on his skin. i want to smell his skin, the mixture of everything that makes him who he is. i want to grow old with this man. i want to spend the rest of my life with him.

· i want to see the boys i live with. i miss david an awful lot. i'm worried about alex's health. and ben... i'm always worried about ben. he's such a closed book sometimes, and he's had such a hard life. i hope he's okay. i want to bake cookies for him and let him wax poetic on my listening ears. i want to have dave play 80's songs on my acoustic guitar while i sing off-key. i want alex to cook my mom's recipes and make them taste like childhood. i want to buy a guinea pig and let him run around the house and feed him fresh vegetables from our side-yard garden.

· i want to finish my degree. i only have 8 months left. i will be 20 years old, with a bachelor of arts in psychology and a diploma certificate in writing. i want to start a new program. nursing, or thanatology, maybe. i don't know how to explain to my parents that i want to do a two-year study of death.

· i want my biopsy results back. it is not fair to tell a person that they may have cancer, to cut a piece of their leg out, and then to leave them waiting for 1-2 weeks, minimum. it's not fair. my leg hurts and i want to know if i'm even going to live long enough for any of this to matter.

· i want things to matter.