Deep Breaths...

In an attempt to add some seriousness to my blogs I have decided to write about how this week (coming back from reading week) has actually made me happy that I did not decide to travel and relax abroad as talking to some others who have and are now tremendously stressed out, I see that everyone went on trips that they have to pay for both financially and educationally...I almost felt bad for a second...:)

Anyways, after soothing thoughts, and long relaxing naps I enjoyed the end of my reading week being with my family, seeing my friends, and working... Work is the boredom of all boredoms, but I have come to enjoy it as "fun" and not "work" as when I thought of it as work it was going nowhere with me.

In a more comedic sense, one time in an attempt to say "deep breaths" I had a freudian slip and let out "deep breasts" although that doesn't connote to anything overly dirty, I still managed to have a tremendously long giggle fit before gaining control of myself and enjoying the moment.

I have also discovered other family members that share in these "giggle fits" until you have experienced one around me, I cannot describe it... in grade 11 english I had to leave the class as Mike Spry...a jolly fellow...entered the class with a recycle bin and a wet stain on his paints and everyone was like "Mike your pants are wet" and he replied "crap...now how the hell did that happen" might not sound funny...but I was in the middle of answering a question and I had to leave...embarassing...

but, I must get back to work...

au revoir

Reading Week Blues...

Here I sit alone in my room, contemplating as to why I haven't read one page out of the books that await my and realizing that the idea of reading on reading week is killing me. Thinking of all the people I heard that were going away to exotic locations, seeing exotic places, and enjoying exotic sites drives me mad inside as this is the first break that I have stayed and rested in South Western Ontario... and it is eating me up inside.

I have contemplated ways to help myself learn to let stuff go, as I have real problems not "sweating the small stuff". You could say that a part of my reading week was to come up with a plan that would help me learn to shake stuff off, and I did. For starters, I have begun to laugh in the face of the things that piss me off, if it makes me mad, I make a joke...and laugh like it was the funniest idea I have ever had. I realize now that I have paid to much to come to school and let anyone bring me down, so this has given me more balls to stand up when something is irritating me, and finally say what's on my mind when someone asks for my opinion... in this I learned...the truth sometimes hurts...

I think that is enough venting for now, I have taken to enjoy the relaxation that an empty residence can offer...what with the little hallway noise, the relaxing sleeps in my room, and the lack of class in the week, it is definately an experience I am enjoying (although it is no Cuba...but again, I am over that...)

This is probably enough for one sitting, I will try to keep more coming now that I have access to a computer made after the dinosaurs disappeared...

Horrible troubles with timing...

It is officially the eve of reading week and with no major plans, and no real goals for the week I am realizing that it may in turn be a bit of a let down. Slack week is highly overrated, as most of your profs preplan ways to screw you when you return... I am not mad that I have an english test the monday morning back, and a quiz that night, but it does affect the workload I have next week.

Sorry about my horrible timing in writing blogs, but I have come to the realization that this blog is going to be random, so daily entries may never exist, if I do have a reader out there (and pity them for reading through the horridly boring adventures of myself) I thank you...

Well, although I am sure some of you have heard the story from me already, today in English class I managed to embarass myself in front of about ten people. When the t/a asked "who was the author of the bible", Rob quickly replied "Jesus?" as I thought I was on the right track. After a few giggles and a funny look from my t/a I realized that "God" was the author and the reason why I put "God" in quotation marks is because I am not sure how his/her name should be spelt in informal writing...but this thought is too deep for a thursday night/friday morning...

Curse you writing prof for assigning a stupid project due on the eve of "Slack Week", which I might rename to "working my ass off" week, it's got a nice ring to it! But after I finish this assignment, I will be having a beer and slacking for a day...take that post secondary education, how do you like thems apples? Slack week...pff...even the name is crap...

I would call this...hungover...

Last night was quite the celebration...happy birthday to my wonderful cousin, and thanks to my other relatives for carting my drunken ass around london last night...all in all, it was good times had by all!

Anyways, I was just typing as I have a study group in an hour and ten minutes and I have the worst headache of my life... so it should be good times! Post Formalism tonight, and then who knows?