Knock, Knock...

I have become the unofficial 'uninvited' houseguest, and I love it!

How would one describe my postion? perhaps as this;

unofficial 'uninvited' houseguest: a student, who decides on their own, to stop by friends houses on a weekly (sometimes more than this) basis and enjoy the company of the tenants as well as serve as a constant distraction for the time you are there...

This year, considering my fairly lengthy walk from campus, I often make pit stops at friends houses who live conveniently en route to my house. I am not saying that these visits are pointless, quite often they begin by me stopping by to pick something up that has been left behind or just to stop in a say a quick 'hello'...

I will be the first to admit that it never turns out this way, and I do have a wonderful example of this:
-going to pick up my bag, this turns into a halloween costume check/comment period, then a terrible movie (never watch this film), and eventually an adventure into a parking lot resulting in funny phrases like "we were just performing a skit, hope your cool with that SERT..."

I am just glad I claimed the position before others had the chance, now I feel as though if I were to show up at one of my 'houses' and see another random trying to claim my title we might have to have some kind of challenge to see who conquers as 'unofficial uninvited house guest'...

all I have to say is 'bring it...' as I ain't going no where...

practical work + rob = impossible

Today I hopped out of my bed at 3:30 a.m. to head to the studio's at Fanshawe... and yes, that is 'am' after the time.

I got to Fanshawe and started to put my heart and soul into getting this, one of the many, assignment down as it will be a killer come test time. I began to feel a little sick after about fifteen minutes of work and eventually got sick and decided it would be best to return home to bed rather than drag myself through this hellious assignment.

I went home, slept for another 6 hours and returned to the same room to continue work on the assignment... could it be that I am allergic to college? or just I am technologically inept when it comes to sitting down and getting my brain and hands to line up? What happened to just bull shitting theories and drawing connections between stories, articles, and beliefs?

I will keep you all posted of how my hands on activites turn out, so far not so bad, but I can feel the impending pressure of the upcoming assignments... and practise doesn't make perfect, fuck the person who made up that phrase...

I am a sell out...

I know, how tacky is it to casually post about a new product on your blog? (especially one from such a horrid conglomerate like CocaCola) but my summer addiction to diet coke has led to a love for all new forms of diet beverages.... and who knows, perhaps this is a product placement in which CocaCola will be paying for the rest of my post-secondary education (is it bad that I can sell out that easily?)

Anyways, back to the original story of how Ms. Alex and I spent our orientation week addicted to Diet Coke(now, I believe addiction is the perfect word as there wasn't one moment where one of us didn't have a 'd.c.' on us, or weren't in a desperate hunt to find one) and I thought all along that d.c. was full of 'zero's'.... I stand corrected.

Yes, I fell victim to being suckered into Coke's new 'Diet coke Zero' and am ashamed to admit my enjoyment of the new product... and I know, how sad that this is
a) news on an mit students blog
b) I am actually using up a monday afternoon writing about this
c) probably going to go upstairs and have one....

I'm a sell out, but come on, aren't you craving one?
last product promo of the blog, I promise...

constant high....

well, it has been four days since we first met, so I figured I must blog about it... after that last negative post about school it as though my life has completely turned around.

On Saturday night I went out and partied on the town and I met someone...amazing because we are in the same program, have a ton of stuff in common, and I had a ridiculously amazing time with him on saturday night...

an exchange in phone numbers has led to talking everyday, which I love...A date last night, which a perfect first date, and a phone call tonight that just made me smile...

i just had to blog about it...

stuck...

I did my first "on air" radio shift this morning... at 7am (hence why this post is occuring at 8am)... and I feel as though I am not "in love" with this program...

But is this just tired/grumpy Rob ranting about his joint program? this is what I cannot decide...

Let me outline the reasons why I am not enjoying this program:
1) It is not a monday to friday, 9-5 program... a radio shift can be anywhere from 7am-midnight, monday-sunday. This is probably the worst part as I have been told NOT to have a part time job (kind of necessary for us students who aren't riding on our parents wallets) and we have been told that we are to work around their schedules, not them working around ours (which means we don't even get to fill out an availability, you take what you get)
EXAMPLE: Shift #1, saturday 6am; shift #2, wednesday 11pm (I have a midterm the next day); shift #3, saturday 11pm...

2) I find I am not interested in the classes like I was last year. Don't get me wrong, I love my 201 course at Western, but radio preparation, production, etc. all lead me to dislike this program as the classes are so straight forward.

3) We don't even get to pick our schedules, it was handed to us. this means I have class all over the board, sometimes with 8 hour breaks (causing even more time that I cannot get a part time job for)

4) I miss all the theory, essays, and lectures from Western last year. most of you are wondering what I could possibly mean by this? but seriously, last year I loved analyzing films, studying novels, and researching essays. This year, my only chance to do that is in 201, the rest of the time is factual tests, and hands on tests (which I am not doing bad in, I am just not entertained with them)

It is a sad story when the representative of this faculty is trying to determine his love for the program, but this feeling that I might be in the wrong program just began today...

oh well, I guess I will have to spend some time thinking...

p.s. this was my hundreth post, and a pretty crappy subject area...damn school stresses

not the same...

It's not the same being sick when you are away at school. You know when you feel it coming on and those around you really feel no sympathy (or care) towards your oncoming illness. and I hate that. I am being hypocritical as normally when someone says there sick I am quick to think "baby...", but coming out of a cold I will try to never think that again.

The things that suck are:
- you have to pay the ridiculously high prices for medicines (and hi, the "no name brand" only knocks four dollars off of 12.99, and when you need cough syrup, pills, and tylenol it can turn into a $30 adventure)
- you have to prepare your own comfort food ( chicken soup doesn't taste the same when you make it yourself)
- you suffer through the cold with little sympathy from those around you (you empty your own garbage full of kleenex's, wash all your empty tea mugs, and struggle through putting away your mess after you enjoy your chicken noodle soup)
- and finally, there is some genuine comfort in having someone (normally a parent) take some pity on you and allow you just to put your feet up and relax (could you imagine having a prof pull a "Rob, you don't look so good...head home and put your feet up and I will stop by to help you with your assignment and to make you some soup")

Needless to say I am almost over my cold, but felt the need to express my coldness towards them (a pun on illness, the ultimate in wit)...

vitamin c it up, we are in cold season pt. 2... I can hardly wait for the flu season to begin...

Les Miserables...

On Saturday my mother and I went to Toronto for the afternoon to see Les Miserables at the Princess of Whales... this was by far the best production of Les Mis I have ever seen. Apparently, the lead ( Jean Val Jean) was the same person who we saw last time we went to see Les Mis, which we found somewhat embarassing that we have seen it so many times (myself three, my mom four) but it is her favorite musical...

I, again, am caught in my post-musical viewing blur where everyday I find myself listening to "one day more" or "on my own" my two favorite songs from teh show (especially one day more as it incorporates everyone in the cast). Hopefully this musical fix will hold me over until the Rent movie comes out in December (which I cannot wait for) and Wicked returns to Toronto next fall....

is it sad that musicals are my life? I'm voting no...

a visit to the i.dot

I am back from my quick weekend stint in Ingersoll, and I have to say, I still appreciate the fact that I don't live there anymore...

Ingersoll, as it just seems to becoming way more clear, is just too small town. small town means people talk, and people talking just gets on my nerves.

That aside, I did have fun seeing friends, family, and just enjoying some free time to sleep in my old room. I think I win the "small town family" award as this morning when I woke up my parents were watching the Blue Collared Comedy Tour and boiling turkey to make stew for dinner... makes me smile just thinking about it!

Oh ingersoll, how small town u are in every way...

purification died...

I broke from my body purification, and now I am suffering the backlash...

or the hangover, it really depends on your take on the situation...

Needless to say, it's over, and I think I tried to drag others down (poor Laura and my "8am train rides are so much more fun when you are hungover" as I can not even sit in a rocking chair this morning without the nausea filling my body (the nausious feeling)).

But, is it bad when I wake up the morning after I have to go check my msn to make sure that I haven't overly embarassed myself, I use overly because obviously there is going to be those cases where I msn someone and feel no remorse, but then there are the randoms who I sometimes decide "hey, it's been too long" (keeping in mind I am utterly wasted)...

I would try to say the detox begins again, but it is the first weekend at home in a long time and I cannot wait to see everyone, so no, no detox....

happy turkey everyone!

Post homecoming body purification...

Last weekend proved to be the best (in comparison to only one other) homecoming I have attended. The celebrations began thursday and travelled right on through until last call saturday night...oh wait, and a wee post homecoming session sunday (I might as well be honest about it).

After this weekend of amazing debauchery, and before I head home to party with friends from Ingersoll, I am finding it necessary to allow my body to cleanse itself of the first month of school partying...

attempts were made by others to crack my detox (not to name names so I will call them "al" ), and others tried but quickly fell off the band wagon, let's call this friend "sage". I managed to make it through my stressful week of classes, acknowledging that I still have two days left, and I am proud that I have made it this far...

perhaps a celebration?

Maybe, maybe not...

p.s. did my nicknames accidentally link to the guilty parties? oops :)

Blog touring.

Over the last couple of online blog tours I found some really amazing sites that I feel I cannot keep to myself anymore, can you believe that I attempted being selfish with good blogs I found?

but here they are:
http://dipcafe.blogspot.com - this website is like being taken away to europe for a brief portion of the day...the photography is gorgeous (I have to admit I just enjoy the photos, so no comment on the writings...lol)

actually, looking at my list of favorites, I apparently only found one...strange, I guess there will be more to come.

p.s. uwo2005=best hoco yet