I'm stuck in Peterborough. I missed my bus . . . 3 of them actually. Just slept right in. Ryan tried to get me up, but I guess we were too exhausted to know what we were doing. I'M STUCK I'M STUCK I'M STUCK ( Read more... )

You Are a Dreaming Soul


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So I had a pretty mellow weekend. Ryan was down for a couple of days, and I just saw him off on the Greyhound bus back home to Peterborough. Sigh. Lordy, I miss him when he's not here. We had the best time, just watching movies, chilling at Starbucks (WARNING: do NOT try their new green tea frapawhatever; failure to heed this warning will ( Read more... )

I cannot believe this. I am so not deserving of the little good luck I've had lately. I mean, how cool was it that that Faculty of Medicine guy gave me an interview? I could have nailed it. But I think I could have been a little clearer-headed for it, *ahem*. And I just saw in my datebook that I'd written that guy's name on this Friday - I ( Read more... )

Instructions: "List 5 reasons why you are a dork. And make them good reasons. Justify them. Explain them. Be loud and proud about how big of a dork you are! Then pick the 5 biggest dorks you know and have them do the same ( Read more... )

So I saw a baseball game last night. Whooeee, that's the kind of excitement rarely seen outside of re-tiling the bathroom floor. Maybe I'm speaking from the deep dark Canadian place that is suffering from lack of hockey, a primordial unscratched itch from long months of no body-checking, slashing, spitting, punching, head-butting, and high- ( Read more... )

You ever get the feeling that maybe you could be more romantic? Do you hear a little voice that says a wild and spontaneous random act of romance is just what you need? Ignore this voice. This is the voice of the devil. Possibly a devil sponsored by Tim Horton's coffee shop ( Read more... )

Hey all. Thanks for the proxy anger yesterday . . . I managed to mellow out a bit eventually. I'm meeting the prof for the class at 5 to get her signature, thereby increasing my odds of having that 0% erased. Her exact words when I got in touch with her "Oh my God, that sounds like a recurring nightmare I used to have." Yeah, pretty much ( Read more... )

Most of you probably remember the hideously embarrassing goof that led to my receiving mail adressed to "Research Bell." We all kind of laughed at my stupidity. But now I have officially outdone myself. I am even stupider than the guy I saw on the sidewalk who checked his watch while holding a coffee and poured it all over his shoes ( Read more... )

I've studied tryptophan ( Read more... )