Dang

Well, in an effort to stop being broke, I emailed the bookstore and told them that I could start working a week early if they wanted. I now have 2 options: the first is to convince my supervisor that section 2 of my 3 section project can be expanded to cover the relevant areas of both 2 and 3, thus, will have less research to do and will just be revising and working, rather than working on both things at once. My second option is to give up, live in a box, and possibly contract syphilis from a grungy public toilet. I suppose a third option would be to try and work at the bookstore, finish a full 3 section-ed project, start taking my fitness classes again, and maintain the proper working order of all personal relationships. Ug. Fitness classes are the first to go, I'll tell you that much. A syphilitic box-dwelling existence might be the way to go. There would certainly be less pressure...

In less fun news, I will be traveling to Swift Current tomorrow to visit my Grandpa. He has been getting sicker, and apparently next weekend may be too late to see him. Next week is the fancy Jessica/Kate party, and it looks like I'll be missing it. *sigh* there's a family reunion even if my Grandpa is fine, and some things are just more important. -- though I will be placing a "move it back a week" call.

And with that, I'm getting back to my project, because I'm just not a fan of the VD-livin'

To Clarify...

It wasn't a dangerous fire. Just a "there's a fire" moment.

How to Make Project-Work Exciting: Just Add Fire

Damn burners.

How I Hate Thee: The VL 135 Form

Are you an Australian citizen? No. Well then no soup for you.
Alas and Alack, I do not believe that I will be able to apply for teaching positions in Australia. They have a central registration policy and as a non-Australian, I don't seem to fit the bill. Therefore, my next 6-12 months will be less classroom oriented, more "would you like paper or plastic?" Fortunately, I'm feeling very up-with-people right now. I'm thinking book store or coffee shop might be the way to go. Heck, my friend Lindsay got her double microbiology-biochemistry degree and worked at a coffee shop for 2 years in London. Sometimes you just gotta take that break from academia.

In other news: I am now one day away from my one year anniversary (yay). Last night poor James was so tired. How was he to know that I would ingest enough caffeine to kill a small horse? Not surprisingly, he went to bed before I did. When I did decide to try and get a decent night's sleep, all I could think about was how bored I was. The victim of this, as you may have ascertained, was James. I spent 20 minutes in a full-on struggle with my conscious before deciding that nice girlfriends do not randomly shake their boyfriends awake. It was a guilt-shifting boon when the alarm clock/James' cell phone beeped, indicating that someone had left him a message. "Are you awake?" I muttered. "mmmhmm." He replied sleepily. And with that the conversation was begun. Poor James.

Sweet Sweet Deferral

In a completely unexpected cascade of events, I must say, the past few days have been rich with change: some pleasant, some rather not. I offer my sympathy to those in the 'rather not' column, and turn my attention awkwardly back to myself, who I place squarely in the 'yay me' column.

Unexpectedly, I was able to get a full year deferral, which leads to all roads pleasant. The plan now is to finish my project, find a job, and move to Australia for a year. I'm already getting nervous about the flight (which isn't even booked yet). Having figured out the plan for a 2007 startup date for education, other stuff started falling into place. I'm starting work at the bookstore again starting July 17th, which is a week later than planned-- so I will now have a little extra time to work on my project (another unexpected boon). The first section of my project is pretty much done, and I am slowly but surely grasping the basics of the next section. Amie, as my mental palm pilot, will actually have to help me with this one. Something about a scale and Orpheus's ascent. And ---something. I had a bit of a lead on the quasi-thesis, but it's gone now.

In quiche news: the spinach dish turned out decent, but not as fabulous as I was hoping. I bought the wrong frozen stuff (full, not chopped leaves), which led to a rather fibrous dish. The taste was the same though, so good enough for me. I just added extra feta to distract the unaware eater.

In still other news: our ball team had a good showing yesterday, but, unfortunately, Catchers in the Rye were not quite up to snuff with the Ruminators. I had a difficult time not pointing out the Anglo-Saxon connotations of the word ruminate. Oh Caddy you old so-and-so.

eep! Decision time...

Well, after a few months of waiting, I found out today that I got into the college of education. I'm torn by "yay me" and "but I don't wanna." After 6 years of post secondary education, needless to say, I'm a little spent. Props to all those immediately entering PhD--that's a heck of a lot of school all at once. I have to go in tomorrow to see about a deferral, but I'm not especially hopeful. Most likely I'll just try again when (and if) I get back from Australia (assuming I go in the first place...). James and I still have to talk that one over.

Not an especially clever blog, I'm sorry to say. The exciting news though, get ready for it now: I'm making spinach quiche tomorrow. Oh yeah. Well, maybe tonight. We'll see how the grocery shopping goes. I'm a little stoked though. Am I a geek? Well, if you don't know the answer to that one, I'm afraid yes, yes I am.

Shout out to all my peeps. Hulla back son.

Damn you Medieval Conceptions of Neo-Platonic Thought, Damn you!

In another brief, but oh so charming rant, I would like to say that I'm glad the following people are dead: Plato, Boethius, Chaucer, Alice Kaminsky (I don't think she's actually dead, but I dislike her nonetheless), Dante and Cicero. To these people I say this: I hate you all. Well, maybe not Cicero.

He was swingin'

And with my rant out of the way, I can share my exciting weekend with you all. James and I went down to Beaver Creek on Sunday. The wildlife was not quite what James was hoping for. He wanted to see a bear, but the best he found was a sign warning of 'recent' cougar sightings. I'm pretty sure the sign is as old as I am. On the bright side, we did see a wild prairie dog and a squirrel. That was pretty ... exciting. It was a nice walk though, and I got to test my memory for "oh god, is that poison ivy?" I'm pretty sure I named 4 separate plants as poison ivy.


Anyway, James sent me pictures from last weekend's Top of the Hops, but I don't look dignified in them, so instead, here's a picture of Amie and I duking it out Greco-Roman style in a mad quest for honour (but with less nudity *shudder* )

"I'm gonna cut you" -- a tribute

For those not up to date on Amie's current friendship traumas, I recommend a lengthy conversation. In the meantime, I offer a brief, yet informative, clarification of the shiv.

This is Shiva. Shiva does not cut people in the shower, in the streets, or in jail.




In a completely different categorization, this is a fancy shiv. It's basically a cheap knife that someone had to wittle. Now you know the difference.