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Monday, February 27, 2006

Lord of the Spring Break - the final chapter

And thus ends my epic adventure called spring break. In all honesty, it was not unlike a blind date. Not really sure how it would turn out, was sorta boring at the beginning even though my mom said it would be good for me. Gave it a chance and turned out not half bad, just not sure if I would do it again. A little dancing, a little drinking, but nothing that blew my mind. Ah well. You win some and you lose some. Time to quit the bitchin'.

A tip: If you are sick and still insist on drinking heavily and dancing all night in a smoky club that plays off the hook '80s music sets, take a tbsp of Buckley's and drink some echinacea tea before passing out. It helps.

Another tip: If you are sick and still insist on drinking heavily and going out AGAIN the next night....I lied. There are no tips. You are just insane like me and willing to risk your own health for a good time. Ah, the naivete ofyouth. No, I lied again. It's not the naivete of youth, it's the denial of old age.

I don't know if it's because it's the end of spring break, or I just ran out of other things to think about, or maybe watching Grey's Anatomy fried my brains. In any case, this karma thing, it really buggers people up doesn't it? I mean, I've always believed in karma anyways but it's still an inexact science. This is to say I don't think it's mathematical or if something bad happens to you then you must have done something to deserve it. But in general, I believe that what comes around goes around. Or is it science? Is it like alchemy...the principle of equivalent trade. You must present something of equal value in order to gain something, nothing can be gained without sacrifice. Sounds crazy, but what if? Kinda like if you step on someone's toe and don't apologize and the next day, you jam a finger. Sounds about right. But I suppose it works the opposite way too. Maybe if you help someone up after they wiped on the ice, you might find a 10$ bill the next day on the floor next your cubicle in the library. Am I getting too Confucian on you? Nah, he didn't support the working female and I'm all about ladies in powersuits and boys in aprons. Hah!

All in all, this karma stuff is not to be sneered at. I've been victim to its bite and not eager to experience the statistical anomaly that can essentially mess you up for life. I'm not about to tempt the fates. I'm already trying hard enough to maintain balance in my life between my extracurricular activites, let alone mess with my cosmic balance that is already out of whack. Hmmm....come to think of it, maybe it wasn't so wise of me back in day being the school yard bully and all. THAT would answer a lot of questions...

Alright, so cosmic balance now states that for every hour of sleep that I lack, I will get to bitch out one rugby player at training. Hey, principle of equivalent trade - nothing can be gained without sacrifice! But I suppose there is a fine line between sleep and rugby players that I shouldn't cross. Hah! I'll let you clever ones decipher that double entendre!

Eat, drink and be merry... for many do not have that option. Peace out!

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Lord of the Spring Break - Part 2

This is the one thing that I never would have expected. Of all the things that happen to me, I am shocked at this one. I'm almost, I am ASHAMED, to say it really. With a heavy heart, and a pinkish tinge on my face (I've never really been sure if I blush or not) I suppose that I might as well share this revelation with you.

I'm on spring break. And I AM BORED.

That's it. I might as well just fling myself off Champlain bridge during heavy traffic and cause a commotion. Apparently, I can't seem to function with enough sleep, no stress, and no midterms. WTF?!! I always knew that I was difficult (no, that's a lie. I'm not difficult). Fine, I suppose that I am the type of person that always needs to be doing SOMETHING. Anything. Oh, and I can't have more than one night with too much sleep. You probably want to slap me. That's ok. I'd slap me too. It's only the first (official) day of spring break, and here I am bitching about how all of a sudden, my life has no purpose.

Now, this is not to say that I've only been lying around at home catching tidbits of food in my mouth thrown to me by my mom. I actually haven't been home one full day since my last midterm. I even worked yesterday! Not that watching a women's indoor soccer tournament at Marianopolis should be considered work, even though I woke up at 6:30am for it. I did (some) grocery shopping today and tested my shrimp salad recipe to fine tune it for my Meal Event. Yes, people. I am preparing a meal for 50 as a school assignment. Wrap your heads around that one!

This brings me to the frustrating time I had today. I was out looking for a food scale. I figured, Wal-Mart will have one, they have everything. Yeah....they had one and it was 54.97$. Riiiigghhht. So, I went to Zellers. Nada. Zip. So, I go to the specialty kitchen stroes. Apparently, all digital scales cost upwards of 50$!! Except for at The Source, who were sold out!! And thus, I was in a quandry. They had the so-called "antique" models, which were basically a regular scale - needle points to a number...TADA! But, alas, they were bigger and bulkier and not built for precision weighing (cause I REALLY need to weigh my illegal drugs and all). The digital scales were more like me (hoo yeah) - sleek, sophisticated and modern. And also pricey. Soooooo....I went with the one that was really "me" -- the antique, as you may have guessed. Ha ha is right. Come to think of it, it IS more like the real me - big, bulky, old school (or just plain old), not too cheap but cheap enough, and still gets the important stuff done. Hooray for the antiques, we win again!

BTW, congratulations to the women of hockey bearing the maple leaf, you done us proud and YOU ROCK! I'm still trying to convince my parents to put me in hockey....yeah, I know, I'm about 15 years too late for that but hey, you never know. I could be a potential hockey star, albeit one who can't skate backwards or stop.

I figure, the wide world of sports just isn't wide enough for a clumsy, uncoordinated, (almost legally) blind person like me. That may be the reason why I'm an athletic therapist (blogging revelations...spooky)...I'm a wannabe athlete. I can't really do it, but I can still maintain contact with that world. Strange how life unfolds itself. I just wish there weren't so many wrinkles in it. Hmmm....better stop that, I'm getting too serious and I don't like it. See what happens when I don't have REAL things to do?

Ok, ok. So this is the plan. I'm just not going to get too much sleep, go running at the Mcgill track (which I despise), clean my room and do my assignment. At least if I write this down with you as a witness, I will be forced to do it, therefore I have a new found purpose in life. YES!

Go forth and conquer for it shall make a more interesting story than ones about food scales!

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Lord of the Spring Break - Part 1

And thus I begin the epic adventure titled "Spring Break". I can honestly say that I have no recollection of how it feels to be on a break from school and work because I simply forgot. So, this means I must document this adventure well. Let me begin from the beginning then...

I did indeed fall into a fugue state during my biochem midterm after all. All that studying, preparation, hours upon hours in the library - POOF. I became the drooling, comatose idiot that people look up during their exam and say "What the hell is that idiot doing?!!". I couldn't help it. First of all, in my defence, I'm a tried and true professional at multiple choice exams. 250 questions in 3 hours, 100 questions in 1 hours, whatever. I can do it (3 years in EXCI have trained me well). It's a finely tuned skill, I have system to do MC exams. So, when I sit down in front of this so-called science exam...short and long answer (what the hell is this?!!), it might as well be gall bladder surgery - looks like a mess, makes no sense but we still have to do it. Personally, I think I'd rather have my gall bladder removed. Especially since the question that stumped me was "Name the 3 components of bile." I should have known this. I blame it on my fugue state. Nevertheless to say, the rest of the exam went along those painful extraction of my internal organs.

And the single most ANNOYING thing ever? People discussing the midterm questions after it is over. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT, YOU OVERACHIEVING NERDS. But I dealt with that in the most non-violent way that I could - it included Linkin Park, headphones and volume on MAX.

Of course to make myself feel better, I could only do what makes me most happy. To make boys cry (yes, you all deserve it). I swear, they asked for it. Literally. They ask me to train them, so I do. Training the Mcgill Men's Rugby team brings me some joy in life. So, after making them do ridiculous amounts of tough exercises, I felt better. But what REALLY made me feel better was going to Vol (de nuit) and getting somewhat hammered. I deserved it, I think. Come on, I can recite all the reactions of the glycolytic pathway and the TCA cycle without blinking. I don't think 3 beers is unreasonable. Sad to think it only took 3 beers to get me hammered. Wow, I'm losing it...

That night I finally got 9 hours of almost felt like was beautiful.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Biochem is drving me insane in the (phospholipid) membrane!

Hah! And so this is my first blog entry. No surprise that this momentous event falls on the eve of my biochem midterm. Yes, people, this is the art of P-R-O-C-R-A-S-T-I-N-A-T-I-O-N at its best. Or maybe I've just reached the point where I've simply, positively, HAD ENOUGH OF THIS (insert profanity here). Well, a little from column A and a little from column B. And as I contemplate what else I can amuse/busy myself with instead of studing, my eyes fall on a lonely (so says I) heart shaped box of chocolates. How could I forget? It's Valentine's Day! Hooray and hallelujah for people who are loved! Hey, I got a box of chocolates, didn't I?

Coughtheywerefrommydadcoughcough ahem.

In any case, that box of chocolates won't last too long in my presence, especially in the state that I am currently in. Tired, cranky and bored pop into mind.

I think I've just raised the bar on this boredom/apatheticness towards my midterms. I was writing my microbiology (microorganisms, they're everywhere!) midterm this afternoon when somewhere between question 54 and question 68, I just got sooooo bored. So bored, that in fact, I actually stopped writing the exam. My mind began to wander. I began to daydream. I was dreaming up scenarios in my head of where I would rather be. Hmmm, what should I eat for dinner? Should I do my laundry? I can't wait to get home tonight to watch American Idol. And thus began my assent to the throne of Queen of Apathy-land. Thank goodness my lab partner behind me was shuffling her papers and snapped me out of my reverie just in time to eeny-meeny-miny-mo my way through the last dozen questions so I could actually leave the examination room. Yikes. Hope I don't fall into some fugue state during my biochem midterm tommorow. I'm positive that my TA must think I'm a freak - once minute I'm all into my exam, next minute I'm dancing in my chair because I hear music in my head (which I frequently do), and the last 30 mins or so I look comatose with my eyes open and my pencil in midair. Well, he'd be right. Sometimes, I freak MYSELF out. Sigh, time for that chocolate.

Eat, rest and sleep people, for I shall have none of that tonight. Well, maybe the eating part I got down...

Ok, ok. For real now, I'm going to go study. I swear....