24

So I"ve been watching 24, well, Pauline and I have been for a few months now. We're currently on Season 5. I got ahead when I was sick last night. And I need to point out my favorite characters. Currently, my favorite character is Aaron Pierce. I realize he isn't a major character but he's cute in this very loyal, honorable patriotic kind of way and I very much enjoy his character. This season has also seen a rise in my liking of Chloe O'Brien.
I would like to point out how interesting I find it that they like to display on national television the use of torture as a government agency's method of interrogation.
Anyways, gonna go watch an episode before bed.

geh

I don't feel well. Started getting sick last evening with what I thought was going to be the cold Melissa, Dave and Lyndsay had had. Well, then I started getting feverish and around 2am or so, starting getting violently ill. That continued till about 7 this morning when I finally got to bed. Unfortunately, once I was able to sleep I couldn't sleep. Which ticked me off. So I layed and listened to dump trucks all morning.
I'm feeling better now, but I"m hungry, since I haven't eaten since who knows when. So food might be a good idea. Dont' want to cook though, but oh well.
Had our last Habitat Meeting before the trip this evening. Our list has gone down alot. I can say I'm sad that the people who dropped did, but there's unfortunately nothing I can do about that.
I got my psychology test date pushed back a week. Which means I do not have a test the morning after we get back. Thank goodness. Now, I only have 5 or 6 papers to do. Which isn't looking so bad. As long as I bring my research and my laptop with me, I should be able to get them done. I figure since my battery on my laptop lasts about 3 hours, I can get 3 hours of official writing done each driving day. That's 4 days, at 3 hours... so 12 hours should write at least 3 of those papers, especially since I should have rough drafts and outlines done. I also really need to start my seminar. Really do.
So the plan for the week, other than school work and packing was to go see the Number 23... probably not going to happen now.. which is also saddening. Unless I go see it alone, or ask Lyndsay to go. Pauline and Melissa dropped out on me *shakes fist playfully* and Dave is understandably much too busy. Hey, maybe it'll be playing in Charlottesville and we'll go see it some night, or perhaps its been really really popular and will still be playing when we get back. Anyways...
Okay. Going to go make food, start Season 1 of Corner Gas and do research. Soon to follow, Meldoy's comments on 24.

Courses!

Yay, classes are up. Can't register yet. But they are up. Let me share my hopes.

Fall 2007
Business Law I
Crime and Social Control
Pyschology of Women
History of Sexualities


Winter 2008
Human Sexuality
Legal Responses to Family Violence
Sociology of Law
History: Women in Early Modern Atlantic World
Crime and Social Control

So I'm kinda missing a class still, but if I get all the ones I want for next year, I'll only have 5 more classes left to graduate! :)
Also, First Term, I don't have any classes on Wednesdays or Fridays, that excites me.

I must express frustration

I will be the first one to say I'm not perfect and that I have some major problems. So, in my rant that shall follow I do not speak against anyone specifically nor do I say I am better than anyone.
However, I must express frustration. My mother was right and I don't like that. As I'm sure no one likes to admit their mother was right. The worst thing is, that with regards to this issue, I defended someone else, I had my mother so angry at me that she threatened to kick me out. I gave up so much in defending one person and their family that I am still bearing the anger of my family years later. And after all of that, my mother was right. And that makes me mad, cause I fought so hard, I did so much to be sure that I was right and that I was defending a good cause and now I go and find that the people I was defending hate me, are expecting me to do ridiculous things and would have no problems with something bad happening to me.
That's what you get for being nice I guess. That's what you get for loving someone and standing up for them. Well, I've learnt my lesson.
Anyways, that was my rant, now I'm going to go try and distract myself from my anger.

Stuff I haven't had time to share

I have been super busy the last week. Like, no time for anything other than work busy. Which is midly depressing and stressful. Fortunately, I have gotten some work done and I was able to relax a bit last night. Saw a few movies, some were awful and only bearable cause of the really beautiful young men in them, others were highly amusing and others depressing yet very good.
A man got on the bus a few days back, very good look young guy in a suit. The part about this I must share however was he was carrying a tin Spongbob Squarepants lunch box. I must admit I was taken aback.
My cats are spilling their water, there is a huge puddle in my kitchen. I need suggestions, what do I do to keep them from spilling their water? Really, I need to find a super heavy dish that they can't move.. but findin that is well, difficult.
We leave for the Habitat Trip in 6 days, I finally made plans for the cats - mom is going to take them. I've got to do some packing this week. I bought a bag on Friday, its small but I think big enough to pack in for a week. I want to pack really well and with a small bag cause I know I'll need to bring my bookbag along and I don't want to take up alot of space. I figure I should be able to get lots of work done, I've got almost 4 days of driving and its going to require I stay in a few evenings unfortunately but I'll survive.
Anyways, I'm going to clean the apartment. Tootles.

Moot

–adjective 1. open to discussion or debate; debatable; doubtful: a moot point.
2. of little or no practical value or meaning; purely academic.
3. Chiefly Law. not actual; theoretical; hypothetical.
–verb (used with object) 4. to present or introduce (any point, subject, project, etc.) for discussion.
5. to reduce or remove the practical significance of; make purely theoretical or academic.
6. Archaic. to argue (a case), esp. in a mock court.
–noun 7. an assembly of the people in early England exercising political, administrative, and judicial powers.
8. an argument or discussion, esp. of a hypothetical legal case.
9. Obsolete. a debate, argument, or discussion.

Indulge Me

Okay, Pauline and I were being girly and talking about weddings. So... I wanted to show her the types of wedding dresses I liked. The celtic and medieval ones are nice but they leave me stuck for what the groom would wear... cause I wouldnt' want him dressed up all medievally. We'll see. But the others are nice too.
The pink one is really pretty for the bridesmaids, especially for a really simple May or June wedding.
Okay, well that was fun. Must go do schoolwork now so that I can take tomorrow off. Later all.

The sun is in my eyes

But I've scared it way now.
So... After reading my chapter of Philosophy last night, I rediscovered a love. Which is kinda cool. But depressing at the same time, because I don't know what to do with it and the only thing I can do with it (that I know of, I'm searching for more) appears to be something I'm not gonna get to do. However, the great excitement I had over legal theory regarding criminal liability and omissions has given me the motivation to work really hard and get my marks up. Which is good. Cause they need to get up a bit. So yeah, I think I am enjoying this class a little too much, but that's okay. I like it! Its my favorite class to go to and that's a good thing in my mind, especially since I"d like to pursue it in gradute studies soo... oh and I got mocked for not having my driver's license in class today. Apparently this is a big deal. But I promise. By this time next year I'll have it.
I have a midterm tomorrow. One for which I should be studying but I'm pretty confident in it, I'm really enjoying the class - History: European Women from 1450-1800 - And therefore I have done all my readings, attended most of my classes and enjoyed them so I'm not too worried.
Dropped off a couple resumes yesterday. Working on a cover letter for an administrative job here at UNB, and then I'll pass that one in tomorrow.
Got my research done ... well books checked out... for my sociology paper. I'm going to narrow it down to lesbian mothers and see where that gets me. This is definetly a paper I won't be sending to my mother - I've promised to send her my papers this term so she knows what I'm studying, I"d rather she not know the details of my women's studies classes.
So I've scrapped the 50 things posts... sorry, if you want to know 50 things about me, become my friend or just read these posts. That'll tell you plenty.
Anyways, Studying awaits me before the H4H meeting, so I must scoot!

Stuff

So I've gotten a few things done off my todo list so I can blog a little less guiltily then usual.
I'm hungry. Which shouldn't be because I ate earlier.
oooo! Walmart brought back Jack's favorite toy! I think I was more excited than he was to see it. I stocked up (well I bought two so I"ve got one when the other dies - which will happen sooner than later). And I bought a second fluffy mouse. They really really like them and have been fighting over it for awhile now so I got Willow one. She was quick to claim it and growled at Jack as soon as he came near her. Luckily, we have two so they can both have one! But like most children, Jack wanted the one Willow had. Oh well...
Okay, I've decided what I'm going to write my sociology paper on... I'm going to do something on everyday lives of lesbians in Canada. Yes. Should be intersting, and easy to find info on.. Yep. I like it. So now I just need to get my draft done by Thursday. That'll be tomorrow's work between class and Habitat meeting.
Speaking of Habitat, that's soon. And I still don't have someone to watch the cats. Probably should get on that.
Hmm... maybe that topic's a bit too broad... well.. we can narrow it down to family life, or legal stuff or education, or workplace right? Or I can cover them all briefly? That would be optimal...
Anyways, I'm gonna return to my todo list. Later All.

A few things...

Commercials...
Diet Pepsi - "Is there anything else youthful you'd like to experience?" "Yeah, I"d like to make out like we used to." A little while later... "On second thought, I'll just stick to my diet pepsi." -- Alright now... first of all, diet pepsi is gross. And second of all, who chooses making out over pop?
Education Fund Commericals and Banking commercials about parents paying for their children's tuition - Okay umm... my parents wouldn't pay for my education even if they had the money. Parents actually pay for their children's education?

We played games last night. Twas fun.
Jack has discovered the windows, especially those in my room. He's wrecking my blind though, and I had to take my curtains down cause he keeps falling and pulling them down. And I have to keep my blinds open so he doesn't wreck them too much trying to fit his head through to look out. Which is frustrating cause I can't just go in my room and take off my clothes, I need to close the blinds and avoid the holes he's created. I suppose I could just dress in the bathroom... hmm... okay.. dilemna solved. :)
Bought a new computer game - Civilization III. Unfortunately I got it 2nd hand so it didn't come with an instruction book, so its gonna take me awhile to figure it out. Cause those damn tutorials on there don't help me much.
So yeah... gonna go do litter boxes, clean the bathroom and kitchen and then play ma game! Later.

I think I can deal with this...

Sorry, the formatting's crap.

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Procrastinator Extraordinaire

I should be writing an essay right now. But I'm not!
I should be washing dishes right now. But I'm not!
I should be cleaning the broken lampshade up in my room. But I'm not!
I should be checking on my crying cat. But I'm not!
And the list could go on... and on... and on.

So the next few weeks or really rest of sememster, work wise are umm.. well.. lets just say really busy. Let me show you.
Tomorrow -- English Paper on Paradise Lost (I have 150 words thus far)
February 19-23 -- EuroWomen Midterm, Soc Paper Draft (Topic yet to be decided upon), Habitat concert Thursday night, PoliSci Debate, Habitat concert Friday night.
February 26-March 2 -- PoliSci Midterm, Polisci Paper, Packing, Leave for Virginia on 3rd.
March 3-11 -- Away on H4H Trip.
March 12-16 -- Psyc Test, Soc Journals, Frankenstein to be read for English, EuroWomen Paper, Soc Paper, Child Psyc Paper, English Paper, Eye appoitment in Saint John - so home for weekend.
March 19-23 -- English Paper, Soc Test

The rest of the semester is only exams (5), Soc Journals and my Seminar and Paper worth 90% of my Phil of Law grade.
Sooo... why am I not working? Cause I'm crazy that's why.

Other random stuff...
We have music channels. Pauline and Meliss seem quite fond of the Retro one, they're not here now so I can enjoy the Loud one - why is this surprising btw?
I made a chicken today.. okay.. well, I didn't MAKE a chicken.. cooked it that is. It turned out well. Gonna make soup tomorrow.
Jack broke my lamp in my room this afternoon. Kinda makes me mad.
We got a snowday today. Made me happy.
Apparently I'm supposed to care about Student Union elections... or at least the large amount of emails concerning it in my inbox tells me I'm supposed to care. I never was one for all this student government stuff. I mean, great for those who do it, but those who do it were always the popular people in school that I hated sooo... that might explain it...

Well, I'm gonna work on my paper. I asked Melissa to proof it for me and in order to do that and get it in tomorrow morning on time.. I need to finish it and then give it her.. sooo... off I go!

A little laugh

Okay.. actually it was a big laugh... tombstone for sale...heh

Interesting Weekends

Okay... I can't do that very often. Pub crawls may be fun but they take days to recover from. I suppose it doesnt' help that the two nights before and one after I didn't get home till after 2.
Had several conversations with people about "boys" which was odd and interesting. They could have better had they not been under influence of alcohol, on both my and their accounts.. you know, never mind, scratch that. I probably wouldn't have been willing to talk about it had I not been drinking and I needed to. The overreaching consensus was that I needed a boy. Unfortunately the only option they had for me would never happen so I remain stuck. But oh well.
I have on the other hand decide that I want a cute, well-dressed, geeky boy. With adorable facial expressions and a wonderful sweetness that can't be beat. This is partly inspired by a few videos of Jim from "The Office" that Melissa sent me. That and there's just something to say about a guy who puts some amount of effort into what they look like, especially when he's already very good looking in the first place.
Have I mentioned I really like Alan Alda? Okay good.
In other news, I've just recently been told by a friend that I am one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. Not sure if I should be flattered or do what I usually do and think he's just saying that to be nice. Or laugh cause the only guys that tell me I'm attractive are pursuing celibate religious orders. *Sigh...*
Anyways, Gotta go clean up the kitchen, and since I slept all day - enjoy some Alan Alda while working on my history paper. Later all.

Altruism

noun
1. the principle or practice of unselfish concern for or devotion to the welfare of others (opposed to egoism).
2. Animal Behavior. behavior by an animal that may be to its disadvantage but that benefits others of its kind, as a warning cry that reveals the location of the caller to a predator.

Meldoy's Product Recommendation of the Month

I've found something wonderful. Its a line of cleaning supplies (including laundry detergent, air freshners, handsoaps, as well as kitchen and bathroom cleaners). Its called Method. Its available at Shoppers. So far that's the only place I"ve found it. Its all natural, biodegradeable, and not tested on animals. I personally prefer to use natural cleaners, but I can't stand the smell of vinegar so I end up using chemically ones. But this stuff smells great and it doesn't have any chemicals. It comes in great scents and its really nice. And best of all its cheap. It comes with my highest recommendations.

Pansexual

adjective
1. Psychiatry. pertaining to the theory that all human behavior is based on sexuality.
2. expressing or involving sexuality in many different forms or with a variety of sexual outlets.
noun
a person who participates in (or is open to) sexual activities of many kinds

I have no huge reason for discovering this word, just heard it a few times over the last few days and was curious.

The Soundtrack to my Life

So, here's how it works:
1. Open your music library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle/Random
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
YOU CAN’T CHEAT OR SKIP SONGS!

Opening Credits:
Right Where I Belong - Three Doors Down

Waking Up:
All At Once - The Fray

First Day At School:
Don't Be Crushed - Hawksley Workman

Falling In Love:
The Look of Love - Diana Krall (oddly appropriate)

Breaking Up:
32 Flavors - Ani Difranco

Prom:
There Is - Boxcar Racer

Life's OK:
Hope You're Happy - Dashboard Confessional

Breakdown:
Story of a Girl - Matchbook Romance

Driving:
Track Five - 16th Avenue (Good Song.. just don't know what its called...)

Flashback:
Eleanor Rigby - Beatles

Getting Back Together:
Why? - Tracy Chapman (ha! Yeah... Good question to ask)

Wedding:
I know, I know, I know - Teagan and Sara (Definetly wouldn't be playing that at my wedding.. as imaginary as it may be)

Sex Scene:
Out of Control - She Wants Revenge... (Downloaded this when writing my Womens Studies paper on degrading music last term... unfortunately I love this song)

Birth of Child:
I'll Be - Reba McEntire (Also, appropriate)

Final Battle:
Life for Rent - Dido

Death Scene:
He Reigns - Newsboys (oddly appropriate if I was more into my faith stuff these days)

Funeral Song:
Sam's Town - The Killers

Dance Sequence:
The Way you Look Tonight - Nat King Cole (oooo... I want to learn to dance!!!)

End Credits:
Vanishing - A Perfect Circle

I'm thinking Ice Age.

Global Warming? More like Global Freezing! That's my way of saying: Its cold out!!

The Day after my First Superbowl

No longer superbowl virgin. Not sure if that's a good thing or not.
For a non-football fan... okay, not non, more like neutral... anywho, I did enjoy the game. More than I expected I would. It was odd, everyone was so much older than me and so different and they befriend me and its not like they even need to. Like... its not like I"m Dave's girlfriend and therefor they *have* to be nice to me, they just are. Its an odd feeling... and I don't mind it.
Okay, on another note, that's the last time I stay up that late before a test or drink at all the night before. I didn't drink much, not at all, not even enough to feel the effects of it, but I woke up feeling horrible this morning. I'm sure it was partly from the only few hours of sleep but my goodness... I did however do very well on the test I didn't study for and was partly hungover while writing.
In other news, there was beer commerical last night. Made me mad. Also, I do not like the character of that really gross guy... gahhh! I hate him. Like, I'm almost to the point of refusing to watch the show if he's in it. Like, really really makes me angry. He is not necessary. And he's not funny. Its actually really disgusting.
So my sociology text gave me porn websites in my last chapter. It was in a dicussion of "progressive pornography", stuff more artsy and made my women and such. I must say I'm curious but umm... anyways...
So I'm a bit unsure about Friday night's pubcrawl. Pauline and Melissa might not go... if they don't that means, the people I'm comfortable enough drinking around will not be present, other than Dave but I need to avoid Dave cause I just get yelled at soo... eh... maybe I won't go. I"ll pay the money, make my shirt and stay home. I have movies to watch and seasons of TV to enjoy. Anyways.. we'll see. If I do go, I need to go shopping. Cause I don't have a tshirt. And at least this way, I can get a fitted one. And maybe new jeans cause now that Jack has no claws he can't ruin 'em.
Anyways, I slept all day, which means I"m not tired but I should get to bed cause I need to get up early.. but I"m thinking I"ll stay up so I can watch the Daily Show and Colbert Report, cause I will admit, I do enjoy 'em. Soo... yeah. Later!

Its Been Awhile

So I figured it was time I posted a bit of an update. The last week or so has been interesting. But I"ll spare you the details.
I can finally type properly again after my chopped up hand. You probably wouldn't mind the story behind that one... I was washing dishes on Tuesday afternoon, and put my hand in a glass to wash it out (apparently you aren't supposed to do that, anyways, the glass broke and sliced the side of my hand open. It wasnt' a very long cut but it was pretty wide and deep. It wouldn't have healed properly since everytime I moved myhand it opened it again, so I had to go to the hospital and get stiches. So I've got 3 stiches in my hand. Its not really sore anymore so that's nice. I get the stiches out on Tuesday.
Watched a few movies last night. Wasn't so fond of the Illusionist. But I loved Mirror Mask and Bon Cop Bad Cop.
I've been looking for apartments. Which is stressful. Also getting a bit worried about being up here alone next year. Pauline and Melissa are going to be in Europe for the second term, which worries me, cause if Dave gets a job in another city and Mary goes back to SJ... well.... lets just say it'll be interesting.
Jack went to the vet for his de-boying the other day. Willow seems to have taken a huge disliking to him since. She growls at him and hisses and won't let him go near her. And she hasn't gotten over it yet..and its been a few days. Hopefully she will soon.
Well.. I think that's it... nothing too exciting. We rearranged the living room, and we've been working out the last few days. Which is exciting cause I really need to lose weight.
Anyways... I downloaded the first season of the Office (does this make me a geek? - I don't think... Melissa isn't... much of one that is :)
So yeah... Later! Promise to be more frequent in the posting.

Saturday Thoughts

I’d like to say I’m liberated from the cultural ideal of beauty but I know that’s not so. I’d like to say that I don’t care what people think of me, that it doesn’t matter to me that I’m not as skinny as the girls in the commercials or as pretty as the girl in the movie, or that I’m happy with my skin tone or my hair or clothing style. But that would be lying. And even though I could lie, what would be the point? I know I’m not the only one and that’s what saddens me; I don’t like to think that there are other people as deceived and injured by our society’s beauty ideals as I am.
I’m writing this after just having watched a couple hours of television, the shows I was watching were centered around up-to-date fashions and looking your best with regards to makeup and hair. And I wonder why I even watched them, because going into it; I knew they’d leave me feeling inadequate and unsuccessful in my own personal endeavors to dress nicely and to look sophisticated. But I watched anyways, what is to feel guilty? That maybe, if I felt guilty enough, I’d change the way I looked, lose weight and buy new clothes? Did I think that if I watched I’d get tips on how to look better and how to have people look at me and think “Oh, she’s pretty” or “I really like the way she dresses”?
Why do we do it to ourselves? We do we put ourselves through the pain, the discomfort? Why do we so far as to medically change the shapes of our noses? To put artificial color in our hair? Why do we wear shoes that make our feet hurt? And clothes that make us unable to breathe properly? Why must we feel the need to dress up in tight jeans and low-cut blouses when going to a bar? Why must we paint our faces before leaving the house? And why do we have to weight 120 pounds, have DD breasts and wear skimpy clothes for anyone to look at us a second time? Why must we feel that no man or woman for that matter would want to be in a relationship with us unless we can fit into a size 4 and dress up for them?
I don’t think I have any answers to those questions, and I certainly can’t say I don’t do those things myself, because even though I ask the questions, I still do it. I still think no one will offer to buy me a drink unless I’m wearing my nicest jeans, a pair of heels and low-cut blouse (and unfortunately I’m probably right, no one would, but I can’t expect others to change if I myself am unlikely to change). I still look at myself in the mirror and sigh with disgust at the unwanted bulges or the lack there of. I still question my choice of clothing every morning and mess with my hair until it’s a bit closer to satisfaction. When I go out to eat, I still order the meal with the least fat and calorie content, and eat as little as possible so as not to feel guilty for enjoying my food too much and when I’m home I only eat when I absolutely need to. Yet, I’m still plagued with the guilt that I’m not trying my hardest to be the pretty, skinny girl (and yeah, sometimes I probably don’t try my hardest but I’d consider that a good thing).
And I have no solutions for this problem. Absolutely none, you can tell me I’m pretty, you can tell me I don’t have to look like them, but it’s just you against the masses. For every time you say I’m pretty, they scream even louder. For every time you say that skirt looks nice, hers looks ever better, and plus, she’s got the nicer legs.