Hill-billy Wedding

This last weekend I found myself in the Puddle. I got lots of visiting in. It was really fun, and quite eventful. I spent the majority of the time with my mom, Chawn and of course my Jamers. But the real reason I was there? For Niki's wedding of course. Saturday, after a stressful run in at an intersection in town (I will be eternally grateful James) we managed to make our way out to the wedding. It was quite nice, and thankfully, very relaxed. So it ended up being a giant excuse to hang out with James, Niki and Mi-kelly. I had a blast dancing to country all night (my iPod is really mixed up right now...Pop, rock, metal, country, strange alternative type stuff...talk about confused ^_^) It was an excellent time. However, I was glad to get home and snuggle with my kitties (Cloud woke me up at 5:30 this morning for a cuddle; it was really cute...Matteo was always within arms reach, just waitin for lovin), and I had a great chat with Mel. All in all it was a very nice weekend. But now, I have returned to school and am once again back in the grind. So much for the fun, bring on the stress. More strangeness yet to come.

Insert RANT here.

Yeah, so I just received an e-mail, and it was a questionaire that basically added up how many 'bad' things you have done (you know you're an English major when you add the quote unquote in your head while writing). This is a fairly common e-mail...I have participated in many similar ones myself. So, I just sat back this time and looked at it. Carefully. A startling realization came to me: it will take me a while to get there, so please, sit back and enjoy the ride. As I answered the questions I noticed that my score was not excessively high. Much of this had to do with the fact that many questions center around sexual experiences, and I myself am not sexually active (don't ask...it's a long and painful list of setback and just never quite working out). Now though it doesn't really surprise me that being 'bad' (again with the quote unquote) is linked directly to the risky things you've done concerning sex and all the favours thereof, but what did surprise me is that I was a little embarrassed by my low score. That's when it hit me: why? Why do we live in a society now that celebrates the deviant and persecutes the good doer (ok, that term sounds dumb, but I am frustrated and cannot think of anything better right now...maybe Super Citizen? nope...still dumb). I should think that people would be impressed by others' will power to stop themselves from behaving eratically. Now I know that having sex is not necessarily an eratic thing. Many people wait until they are in a stable and loving relationship before doing the deed, but when glorifying said act, doesn't it take away from it? I mean, (this is the old-fashioned girl in me) isn't it supposed to be a special thing shared by two people? And here we are (we meaning society) deeming it only worth a certain amount of points? Really is this what we have become as a culture? A society that looks proudly around at one another and boast, "I got a 160 on the bad test", or points to someone else and declares "that loser only got a 49, BWAHAHAHA!" (I added that laughter cause it amuses me)? Perhaps my grandmother was right when she told me that society is spinning out of control, and that things were so much better in her day. Maybe I'm just make a mound out of mole hill. Who knows. I just know that this whole concepts really pisses me off. Wait, I get pissed off frequently and often hate the world...wouldn't that get me more points? How depressingly optimistic. More strangeness yet to come.

Hey Everbody! (Hey Dr. Nick!)

So, the night before my birthday my mother called me to inform me what she was doing at that exact time. It was actually really quite sweet and nostalgic. Then she told me the name of the doctor that delivered me...only she could remember just his first name: Nick. I was delivered by Dr. Nick. That of course sent vision of the less than professional doctor who makes regular appearances on the always fun Simpsons. I was a little unnerved. However, all was made well with a stellar day with Craig, Keith and Jane on Saturday where I was spoiled rotten and received my birthday gift from my family: a brand new video iPod. My glee cannot be expressed with words alone. I have been attatched to music every chance I get since. It's quite sad really. (by the by, sorry to Candice for not returning your call but I have been crazy busy. i really appreciate the thought though. Thanks Ranch Dressing ^_^) School is already kicking my ass, but I will try to update at least once a week, but I make no promises. That is all for now. I must go read Machiavelli, learn how to take over a country and then go and talk to a prof. Ah the things I do in the name of education. More strangeness yet to come.

The Prodigal Student Returns

Here I am again, in the SFU computer lab, killing time between classes. Just so you all know, not too much fun. So this is my final semester, and my last three classes. BOOYAKA! Been a while since I used that word. Not much to report yet, although 6:30 was a kick in the ass. Not liking that early. Ah well, the price we pay for an education. Sounds like it may be an interesting semester. (Lots of work though...I already have my first essay due on Sept 20) My all to short summer vacation is now over, and I am ready to tear a little bit. That is all for now, I shall keep you updated as I go through my other courses. More strangeness yet to come.