Summer Work

I have realized that being unemployed for the summer isn't all that it is cracked up to be. Yes, its nice to spend my time outside in the sun but not so much fun doing it by yourself and having absolutely no money to have any other variations of fun. I have been picking up a few shifts at the Autism Resource Center working one on one with an Autistic child in a group setting. I love this sort of work, and at times wonder if maybe I should have taken a Special Ed. course route rather than Speech Pathology. Although, I am sure I can combine my two passions of working with speech problems and disabled people.
So, today at the program we went to the a local gymnastics club, for lunch at the Rick Hansen park, and swimming. It was tons of fun and quite humorous, yet very wrong when an 11 or so year old child walked out of the bathroom completely nude. As if this was normal, along side picking your nose and rubbing it on another kids face.
I love working with ARC so much because each day is something different. And although the activities of the day are always planned in advance, the mishappenings, the things the children say, and the facial expressions and smiles that cross the childrens' faces always makes for a great day.
Until next time,
Reena

Cravin' Craven

So this weekend is Craven Country Music Festival and it is the first time in 7 years that I will not be going! I know this doesn't really seem like that many years, but when you're only 21, 7 years is a long time - - it is a third of my life! At first I didn't care that I wasn't going, but now that it is here I am actually really sad that I won't be there. I miss the whole atmosphere already! Today as I was driving downtown I was listening to 100.7, the city's country music station and they were reporting live from Craven. I began to recall all of the good fun I've had at Craven and then realized how much I miss being irresponsible and acting not so grown up. I realized that I have grown up far too much, and need to bring back some of my youth! I haven't seen over half of my friends that I used to hang out with in a reallllly long time and I miss them. I miss the stupidity that hovered in the air when we hung out, I miss the drinking we used to do, the parties we used to go to, and the hilarious moments that used to occur! I'm not saying that I don't still have fun, but my extent of fun seems to have dwindled in the past few years.
So, here's to all of you who are going to Craven! Have fun like the good ol' times, and for those who I've never been to Craven with, just imagine how much fun I would be if I were there! :) Maybe we can hit the Pump one night, and although it isn't the true Craven experience, at least there is the country music. Take care y'all! Reena

Picnic In The Park

A bunch of us have decided that we will do Summer Potlucks and last night was our 2nd potluck of the summer. It was the first potluck I was able to attend and it was a lot of fun of course! Although we were unable to get the briquettes to light, and therefore couldn't bbq hotdogs, we did have some delicious salads and watermelon.

There were only 4 of us present, but we had lots of fun. I don't think we declared a winner in Bocce, although we did discover that Kel likes to jump the gun, I like to eat blue balls, and Darla likes Glenna's balls.

For those of you who are reading this and like the idea of potluck, you are more than welcome to join in!! We still have two months of summer left!

And after my fun-filled weekend, I am off to get myself ready for the dreaded night class.

Reena

Slo-pitch and Sing-along

My FLICKR has been updated for those who care to check it out.

Saturday I was just outside of the city in a small town for a slo-pitch tournament. At first I was a little worried I wouldn't have much fun as I only knew two others who would be playing. Turns out I had an absolute blast. We lost our first game, but I made a few really good catches and considering I hadn't played in a few years, I did pretty damn good!

Between games some went out to one of the guys farms for drinks, but me and Bre just stayed in town, went for some food and chilled at the diamonds with some beer and clam! mmm.

We won our second game, and to my surprise I cracked a really good one out to left field. It is always a good feeling when all the fielders move in because the batter is 'just a girl' and then you crack it over their heads. Sometimes I'd like to crack it right at their heads with some of the comments made, but over their heads is less morbid so I'll go with that I guess.

The last game ended after the second inning because the other team was being far too competitive for a 'FUN' tournament where was was not even a cash prize. They didn't give the other team the benefit EVER, and they were being complete dickheads. Everything from calling balls fair when they were most definitely foul for their team, calling balls foul when they were fair for our team, taking the optional walk when they were up by 20 runs, and using a fastball ball in a slo-pitch game. Cheaters. Anyhow, somehow it came to the point of a possible fight between their pitcher and our batter, so we decided game is over when it looked as if the bat might miss the ball and hit somebody in the head instead.

This was best anyway, because we were all ready to go out to the farm for a BBQ and some drinks. We played Horseshoes, which is a game i've never played before. This was quite evident as I scored zero points in 2- 11 point games and only hit the pit 2 or 3 times. We also played some Frisbee and Bocce ball, and I proved to be a pro at this game! I'm addicted I think. If any of you are interested in a game of Bocce in the park, let me know! I'm totally down for it!

We ended the evening with some sing-along around the fire. 2 of the guys brought out their guitars and we sang well into the night. It reminded me of those days back at Brownie camp. And even the days of chillin' at the boys' house on Request nights! Overall, twas a superb day/evening. Probably one of the best I've had in a long time!

Andddd this is very long winded again, so I will end here! Until next time,

Reena

The Real Summer

For most university students summer begins the minute after their last exam in April. For me though, it was the beginning of the last semester ever. Granted it sucks being in school when the weather is beautiful and you've already plugged away at school for 8 months straight, it is definitely nice to look back and realize you have completed 3 whole classes in 2 months! What an amazing feeling. I pulled off some pretty kick butt marks in those 3 classes and now only have one class remaining, which happens to fall on a Monday and Wednesday night. This means I have a whole lot of summer to enjoy! It is going to be grand.

Last Thursday after my final I had a few friends from class over for drinks, then Friday I hit the local country bar. I hadn't been there in a long long time, and it was so much fun! Saturday I headed to the beach, as well as Sunday and Monday. It was an exciting long weekend, as I got to spend time with a good friend from highschool and her boyfriend proposed to her!! I got an awesome picture of it too, and if I ever get ahold of it I promise I will post it. It was taken on a private dock at the beach, with the beautiful Saskatchewan sunset and valley hills in the background.

And although I spent 3 full days laying on the beach, I was still ghostly white. I then decided to go against Dooce's suggestion to wear SPF 50. Not so much a ghost anymore, but rather the color my face turns when somebody shouts out that they can see my nipples through my bathing suit. Red. Beat red. The backs of my legs hurt so badly that sitting seems to be a chore. So, from now on I listen to Dooce.

Mae came over for a swim one day, and I could tell she was down about not having a job. But she found one! And I'm super excited for her. And Mae, just so you know I will come in for food and drinks one day, and ask for you specifically to be my server :) and tip you well!

This coming weekend I am playing in a slopitch tournament just outside of the city and it should be a great time. It is the typical small town drinking tournament, and if the weather stays the way it has been, we will not be let down!

Sunday night I am heading to the park for a potluck, and that should be entertaining. Hope to play some frisbee, some catch and some Bocce!!! Yayyy. Can't wait.

I can't say I have much more to report, except for that I am sad to say that I will not be attending the Craven Country Jamboree this year! I have gone for the past 6 years, but unfortunately I can't afford it this year. It is only a week away though, and I haven't got completely bummed out yet that I am not going. And luckily I have plans to be out of town that weekend, so I will make the best of it.

I haven't updated my Flickr pics in a very very long time, and maybe one day soon I will!! It seems the computer time is limited these days, with the summer days being much more fun filled spent AWAY from the computer!:)

Hope everyone is enjoying their summers, and talk to you all soon!

May 22nd Brain Teaser

Alright, fine! Since I have sooo many avid readers who were enthusiastic about coming up with an answer to the May 22nd brain teaser, I will give you the answer. Banana, Dresser, Grammar, Potato, Revive, Uneven, and Assess DO have something in common. If you take the first letter of each word and put it to the end, it spells the original word backwards! ananaB, resserD, etc etc... It's too bad nobody even attempted to guess, because you would have been awed with the super amazing prize.

Queen of Procrastion is going back to her case study now...

Small Town Farm Fun

Today is a hot, humid day and as much as I would love to be sitting by the poolside, I am in the house working on my case study. It has been an interesting assignment, and I've enjoyed spending time with my old highschool teachers kids, but dammit, right now the pool is much more enticing. Last weekend I spent both Friday and Saturday evenings at Mosaic - - a bunch of pavillions displaying different ethnic foods, dancing, and singing. Friday I took in the evening with Mae and H and a third friend as well. We commenced the evening with some Greek souvlaki pitas and some Ukrainian dancing, and H's little Roo was entertaining to say the least! We filled the little one with a ton of sugar, sent him off with his dad and went on our way to the Irish, Poltava Ukrainian, Carribean, and the Indian pavillions. We attempted the Scottish line, but after a drunken fight broke out in front of us and we got pushed around we chickened out and went on our way.
Saturday I spent the night with my sister and a few of our friends and hit many of the same pavillions and a few extra. I was the DD and ended up having to create the rule: 'If you find a friend passed out in his own puke on a dude's car, you must help him'. I had the privilege of literally dragging him to my car and finding a way to carry him to his house. And although he is a hell of a cute guy, seeing him this way made me see him in a little bit of a different light... Nonethe less, he's still pretty and now he owes me, BIG! :)
This past weekend I headed back home to go to the Graduation ceremonies, and even though I expected it to be somewhat of a flop because we normally have grad in October and this is a new thing to have it when normal people have it in June. Turned out it wasn't all that bad. New and improved I suppose. Went for a few drinks afterwards at a family friends house party, and then headed a few towns over for a buddies going away party. Night turned out pretty alright, and I realized how much I truly miss farm parties! A band in the basement, a bonfire in the backyard, and a bunch of drunk friends I haven't seen in years! You know you're at a farm party when somebody is too drunk to drive, has the option of stealing a horse to get home, and actually does it!

Sunday mornings

6 a.m, sun shining bright, birds chirping in the trees, a cat clawing and meowing in my face, and door buzzer going off. Well the first few sounded like a beautiful morning minus the fact that I went to bed at 2 am, planned to sleep until 10 and had no intention of waking up any earlier. It did however turn itself around. I managed to sleep for another hour and my mom and sister showed up a little later to take me out for brunch. It now seems to be a really nice day out there and I am going to go out and enjoy it, while studying.....

I'll leave you with a picture of the crazy cat, Ajax. His expression explains all aspects of CRAZY and exactly why I don't like waking up to him in my face.

Baby Food

I feel as if days have gone by and absolutely nothing exciting has happened in my life. NOTHING. Everything is so minute and boring. Eat. Sleep. Dream. Study. T.V. School. Study. etc...
I have left my house a few times, but for nothing of any significance or excitement. I did however spend 4 hours last night doing homework at Mae's workplace. aka visiting and checking out cute RC's. Oh ya, and watching little boys in close-to-vintage Riders sweaters attempting to skip down the hall. It was the highlight of my week I do believe. As it was a Friday night I did not attempt to sound intelligent or impressive. "Mae, what is that stuff that babies eat? The food for babies? What is it called?" Really difficult answer to come by....

Changin' It Up

I was somewhat sick of my old template and colors so I decided to switch it up. And now that I changed it, I am debating whether this is far too girly for my liking. Pink. Maybe TOO pink. But my old template was drab and the weather is drab, so I needed something livelier. You know, more alive. So, pink it is. For now.

And since I have nothing else to say today, I will leave you on this note - - an image to remind you of a much loved television show by most everybody my age! I can still picture Joey Gladstone with his half glazed over eyes saying it.

And of course, a video for every school girl of that time to realize they weren't completely on crack thinking Jesse Katsopolis was sexy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4dOxObAQqw

Joke

I always wondered what it was that intrigued my dad that keeps him at the computer reading all of these farm-based links. One of his favorite websites is ProFarmer Canada. He is ALWAYS on this site. Why? Well, I thought before that he just looked at farm charts which make no sense to me whatsoever, and read articles talking about the shitass price of canola, and all the other bull that comes along with farming. But today, he was here and I heard him snickering. So I ask him what it was that could possibly be funny on this site. Like, really, are the mites in the wheat field that hilarious? But here is what he was laughing at:

Pro Farmer Canada's Strategy Showcase for 5/22/07**
JOKE OF THE DAY

A blonde was driving home after a game and got caught in a really bad hailstorm. Her car was covered with dents, so the next day she took it to a repair shop. The shop owner saw that she was a blonde, so he decided to have some fun.

He told her just to go home and blow into the tail pipe really hard, and all the dents would pop out.

So, the blonde went home, got down on her hands and knees and started blowing into her tailpipe. Nothing happened. So she blew a little harder, and still nothing happened.

Her roommate, another blonde, came home and said, "What are you doing?"
The first blonde told her how the repairman had instructed her to blow into the tail pipe in order to get all the dents to pop out.

The roommate rolled her eyes and said, "Duh, like hello! You need to roll up the windows first.

Although I don't normally laugh at blond jokes, this was funny. Or perhaps it was how my father imitated the blond, "Duh, like hello!"

Sunny Saskatchewan

It's 9 a.m and I have just finished hitting the snooze bar about 6 times. That is 54 minutes of today that I wasted. Fifty-four minutes. FIFTY FOUR. That seems like a whole lot of minutes to waste in a day when it is summer time. But here in Saskatchewan, where it is as of right now, cold, wet, and dreary, I do not feel so bad. Those 54 minutes are best spent under the soft, valeur covers of my quilt. ahh, yes. That is the way to spend these kind of days. But now, I am wide awake, not so ready to start my day. But awake nonetheless. Why can't this province fullfil that great sounding alliteration... 'Sunny Saskatchewan?' Well folks, maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow.

Brain Teaser Contest

I know I'm taking Mike's ideas of contests, so here's recognition to him!! I'm not taking all the credit for such a great idea to waste time!! So, here's a brain teaser. Maybe a little prize for anybody who can figure this out. :) Look at the list below:

Banana
Dresser
Grammar
Potato
Revive
Uneven
Assess

Now, figure out what these words have in common. It's not a trick, there is some commonality. Now GO!!

Update

Wow... bet you were all thinking I gave up on the whole blog thing eh? Either that or thought I was dead. Maybe the latter of the 2 is more appealing to you? I hope not... Let's see, where do I start to update? I finished the dreaded finals on April 23rd and believe it or not, it took me until the 25th before I decided to get drunk. I was priveleged enough to get to spend time on the 24th with my friend Lucy, who is now gone to Ghana for the summer to observe Mona Monkies!! She's always been into primatology and so I think this is a great opportunity for her! Then, the 25th. 3 words for you. Shots. Tequila. Smashed. Oh so drunk. Drunk that I stayed up until 6am, and the last time I did that I was studying for Neuropsychology. I will tell you one thing. This night was far more fun. And included friends. You know, those things that talk. And socialize. And drink.

The next day I was up by 11 am, and proceeded with a girl day with my 2 best school buds. Shopping. Perfume. Cakemaking. Drinking. And to JD's we went... the dirtiest bar in town. And as much as I am not a fan of the place, I couldn't pass it up because it was a buddies birthday party/got into Grad school party!! And so we celebrated. Some. Okay, a lot.

Alright... to shorten things up a bit: I did a few more nights of drinking until I completely wore myself out. To the point of headcold, flu, headcold, flu. etc... It wasn't fun, but it was self-inflicted, so I cannot complain. It was worth it though, I am a small town girl and I just HAVE to make sure my alcohol tolerance stays high so I can continue to outdrink the citypunk boys.

Enjoyed some time out at the farm with my dad, and in town with the rest of the family. Wish I could get out there more often, and plan to soon!

Now I'm back to school, where the chaos of writing papers, studying for midterms, and finals is back. Soon enough though, end of this August, I will have my BA in Psychology, with a minor in Linguistics. And what will I do with that?? Enjoy a year in Regina, working at whatever job I can find - - hopefully something that can at least allow me to have a little bit of fun- - pay off loans, and enjoy the year NOT writing exams and papers. This will allow me recovery time so I can go back to school next fall, if and when I get into a Speech Pathology Program. Somewhere NOT in Regina :)

That's all for now.

Oh, by the way, I plan on trying to keep myself active on here! TRY being the key word...

Reena.

Luck o' the Irish

After a full day at the library, pretending to work hard on a report, I met up with a few friends for a night out in the Irish pub, O'Hanlons. The owners of this pub did a great job deceiving people, as there was no line up until you went in and it says "Please enter through Copper Kettle." As you head in through those doors you see a massive line up of green. Sure, we could have stuck around and stood in this line up drinking green beer, but we all knew we weren't going to move anywhere. We knew this would only lead to us being slobbering drunk, but yet never end up IN the pub. So, we head to the other Irish pub in town, only to find the exact same thing. One of the girls decides to head home and it was just me and Mae left. We headed to another low key pub, and you could tell Mae was anticipating greasy pub grub and booze. A bit disappointed we were when we found out the kitchen was closed. Our night of boozin' had turned into a wild goose chase around the city to find somewhere, anywhere, that we could get into. Once that place was found, we didn't want anything but food and a comfy couch. No luck for us gals. That led us to our next plan of action: an order of dry ribs and some H&P pizza, a blanket, and some Dain Cook! Who can ever say a night with Dain Cook is a bad thing?? It turned into an overall good night! As I hadn't really spent a whole lot of time, just me and Mae, it was fun to just chill out. It was a definitely well earned night of just chilling, but I do believe more nights on the town, where we actually get to hit the dance floor, are esssential!! Maybe in a few weeks... when we all need a break from studying for the very dreadful finals coming up soon!

Idiot Drivers

Did you know it's illegal to not slow down while driving through puddles when there is somebody walking down the sidewalk? Well, the shithead who drove like a maniac through the puddle and covered me in dirty slush from head to toe obviously didn't know. Or maybe he did know, and that is why he continued to drive as fast as he was so I would be unable to get his license plate number. Jerk. It made my day, actually. It added to my already fantastic day. There couldn't have been a better way to end my Friday. Idiot.

Speaking of idiots.... you have to read this article that was in the LeaderPost yesterday.

Driver denies being drunk, blames unicorn Associated Press Published: Thursday, March 15, 2007
BILLINGS, Mont. (AP)
A Montana man told police not to blame him for crashing his truck into a light post -- it was that unicorn behind the wheel. Prosecutor Ingrid Rosenquist said Phillip Holliday initially denied driving the truck involved in the March 7 crash in Billings. He told officers at the scene a unicorn was driving, she said. Holliday, 42, pleaded not guilty Tuesday to felony charges of criminal endangerment and drunken driving. A pickup truck drove through a red light and nearly struck another truck in the intersection, court documents said. The driver then made an erratic U-turn through a gas station, crossed the street and hit a light pole. Nobody was hurt. District Judge Gregory Todd kept his bail at $100,000.

C'mon... a unicorn? He could have at least come up with something legitimate being behind the wheel. Like a one-eyed lion or a legless elephant. A unicorn? Everybody knows there isn't such a thing.

Long time gone...

Well well well. I am back. For a bit. The last few weeks for me have been absolute hell. In two weeks I have had 4 midterms to study for and write, 2 - 10 page papers due, 2 assignments, one of which I think being held at gunpoint would have put me at more ease than doing the assignment, and a 12 page lab report, which was completely unnecessary for the course, but because the professor is a bit loopedy-looped (to use nice terms) she demanded that this WAS necessary. Yes, maybe it was beneficial for somebody who plans to proceed to grad studies in Psychology, but not necessary. And even if it was, this somebody is NOT me. So, miss hyperventalating chirpy bird who gives an extension to the whole class the DAY it is due, this is why I do not like you. Seriously, she gets so excited about her material that she literally sounds like she is hyperventalating in front of the class every day. And she rambles... oh man, does she ramble. About nothing. Sure it might be interesting material and comprehendable if she slowed it down to something less than 329030292 words a minute. And why the hell do you give an extension the day it is due. The good students works their arses off to get it done ON TIME. And no, they are not wanting to take their papers back after they already handed them in to do one more revision. It is done, and I never in my life want to see it again. Thanks.

Alright, update on my life... apart from school. Not alot really. I did get a tour at City Police with my Sparks group. It was AMAZING. Who can't say yay to a bunch of young, good looking cops walking about in uniform? Yummm. They took us into the shooting range and I got to hold one of their big rifle type guns(ya I'm not an expert so have no idea what it is really called). We also got to meet one of the dogs, Bear. He was sooo cute. And probably listens better than anybody I know. We all yelled out "Come Bear" and he proceeded to open the car door and come to us!! It was awesome!! What dog can open a door?? Sweet. Then he 'attacked' another one of the officers who was a 'bad guy', but he only attacked on command and when he was commanded to stop he did just that. He cornered the bad guy and just growled. Told to go to the car, and he did. I want a man in my life that listens that well.... maybe that is why I'm single, because there is no such thing as a man who listens. They showed us where they keep the surveillance cameras, which was probably the best part.... because it was right across from their coffee room, where all of the mouth-opening, jaw-dropping men in uniform were. And there was a really cute cop who kept giving me a cute smile.... so I wasn't going to complain.

A few weeks ago I attended the BuckCherry concert in the city complements of my friend who won tickets. We started out at The Drink night club, where B.I.L.F, and trust, there is only one of the members who is truly that, played. Look below at the picture to see. Nothing gets better than a man who looks pretty AND can play guitar and do vocals at the same time!! We then proceeded onto a rowdy, beer smelling, packed full bus of drunk BuckCherry fans. Their show was amazing, although they did not play "Slit My Wrists" which is by far my most loved song of theirs, and probably one of the most common thoughts amongst the student population right now. I ran into a few old friends, which was awesome. Seems to be the only place I ever see them is concerts, but seeing a friendly face in a crowd of 1000 potsmoking, beer guzzling obnoxious freak kids is more than comforting. After the show we went back to The Drink for more B.I.L.F, not that I needed to hear much more of them as I've heard them at least 10 times prior to this night.

Last night I went to Thornley, also at The Drink and also complements of a friend who won tickets. Well, a boyfriend of a friend who won tickets. My plans were to be completely wrecked and be anything but sober after a few weeks of hellish school. But, when I found out that the only beer I could drink was Canadian because it was a Molson sponsored event, and that to drink this beverage that tastes like pee mixed with a bit of apple juice cost $4.50 a drink, I decided against my idea of getting ridiculously stupid, beyond the point of a 2 day recovery. My decision stands as great, because God only knows what kind of trouble I would have got myself into. The concert was great without dancing drunk on tables and flirting with every cute bartender there. As they played "Beautiful" there was a guy who kept trying to get me to dance with him. Sorry to break it to you dude, but you would not be what somebody imagines when they hear the name of the song, and grabbing my butt and telling me my boobs look good while you stare at them is not going to help you out. Here, I also ran into a guy I used to have a crush on, but all he could do was talk about his ex-girlfriend. Maybe this is my own fault that things never worked between us, but seriously, I wanted to talk to him ABOUT him, not about his ex. Oh well, it was never meant to be I suppose.

Alright, my life has been recapped for you, so I'll leave you with that and a few pictures.

The only bilf in B.I.L.F

BuckCherry

Jenna and I at The Drink

Signing off,

Reena

Things seem to be somewhat looking up. A week off of school is a wonderful thing, although there's piles to be done. But at least I can do it at my own rate and am not completely being forced to do it RIGHT NOW because it isn't due in half an hour. That is the upside to that. Also, another upside is the weather, its finally warming up, it's sunny and bright out! About time...
Another joy in life is Super Nintendo. Last night I spent 4 hours playing Super Mario All-Stars with a few of the girls. It was a great night, filled with laughter and lotsa junk food! It was exactly what I needed after a day of moping around wishing the world could end because I felt like it. I've been not focusing so much on school, which gave me time to think about how much boredom my life really consists of. I'd love to hang out with some of the girls, but it just seems nobody is really up for it. Thank goodness for one good friend. She is who I played Nintendo with, her and a few of her friends because unlike others, they are up for socializing and doing something other than chilling at home by themselves or with their boyfriends.
Single life is the way to go, not only because then you can do what you want when you want, but also because you don't have to worry about the bastard cheating on you. I did not realize how many people out there are cheaters? What is the point in cheating on somebody? It doesn't make you feel successful or accomplished I wouldn't think... only makes you look like a fool for being a cheater, especially when you get caught red-handed. Seems to be the story of many people's lives these days. They're 'in love' for many years, then all of a sudden, holy shit, my man has been cheating! Guys... if you're reading this, and you cheat, don't be so stupid!! If you're gonna cheat use your brains! Don't keep emails that are bound to be found, don't go to the coffee shop right nextdoor to your girlfriend's workplace with another girl, and most definately don't take another chick back to your girlfriends house.... how stupid can you be?!? I don't agree with cheating, but damn, if you're gonna do it, be a bit more cautious! This is not me telling you to cheat, that's for sure. Because if I catch one of my friends cheating on his girlfriend, or a girlfriend cheating on a boyfriend, you better sleep with one eye opened. It's a ridiculous way to live life. If you are no longer in love or lust with a person, tell them. Be the bigger person and do what is right. Cheating only digs yourself a deeper grave! Nobody is high fiving you for trying to lie your way through it. It's not going to make you fall back in love with the person you are cheating on, so whats the point? There isn't one.
As you can tell, cheaters are not number one in my list to throw a party for.

Inhibition

What is the definition of inhibition? Well, according to the American Heritage dictionary it is the act of inhibiting.... does that make it clear? Maybe you should read the second definition to clear it up a bit more... it is the state of being inhibited. Damn, this is a good dictionary. Seriously, I thought it was not allowed to define a word with the the word being defined. (I probably could have made that make more sense, but I have absolutely no care in the world if you can't make sense of it. If you can't figure it out, you are stupid - - according to the dictionary that means 'the state of being stupid' or 'the act of stupidity').
So, inhibition? Why do I choose this word? It is because at this point of the semester I have no motivation whatsoever, only inhibition. I am at a standstill with studying. I had a test today, which I could not possibly make myself study for for more than 2 hours in the past week. I had a paper due today, and thank goodness I got it out of the way in the first few weeks of school because I definately would not have completed it. I had trouble enough formatting it and actually printing it off. I have yet another midterm tomorrow that is, as of now, unstudied for.
The only thing I am not inhibited to do is watch the television. Grey's anatomy tonight, eh eh? Sounds like another good procrastination tool.
It seems like February is the month of laziness. Every part of your body tends to shut down. As others have pointed out in the recent past, it is a month of 'blah'. Possibly it is because the middle of semester is upon us, and the last thing you feel like doing is the million and one assignments, presentations, and papers you have. Or perhaps it is the mere fact that we are living in Saskatchewan, with this absurd cold weather. It's dreary and ugly. Who wants to be energetic and motivated when you wake up to -40 degree weather every day?
Everybody should abandon this place, and move to somewhere where there is warmth and sunshine, and beaches, booze, and boys... (oooh, look it's alliteration!!) - - okay, i'd probably do just fine with the first two in the list, but the others would definately be positive factors of the equation as well.
Alright, this is merely pointless... and only being written because I don't want to, or can't make myself, study. ughh....

The Special Day

Alright, I have not been posting for awhile and I apologize. When I do post they are short, and probably incoherent, but that is what happens when you are hitting insanity with school work, family life, and all the rest. Rant of the day... Valentine's Day. Seriously, is it that important to people? To me, Valentines Day is just a commercialized holiday, an easy way of economy. It's ridiculous. Today, a girl in class was saying that she can't have a test on Thursday because it's Valentine's Day the day before... suck it up princess. I'm sorry, but we're in 3rd and 4th year of university, and nobody is going to cancel an exam for your petty excuse of having to show your boyfriend you love him. The professors don't care, and I sure as hell don't give a rat's bum that you can't spend time with your honey.
Next point of rant.... shouldn't you show that you love and care for somebody all of the time? not just on one specific day of the year? I mean, c'mon... really. Do we really have to set aside a day to let people know that we want to spend time with them? When I was in high school (yes, I realize that was a few years back) a school friend of mine ended his life. It was super hard on his family and friends. Although I wasn't an extremely close friend of his, we did have our French class together, and joked around all of the time in class. Anyway, point is, is that although the tragedy occurred in the summer months, his birthday is right before Valentine's Day. So every year when February 14th comes around, I sit down and think about how you can't just tell somebody how you feel about them on one day of the year, whether it be telling your parents you love them, or your significant other. This is because you never know when the chance to tell them how you feel, will no longer be possible. The anniversary of my grandmother's passing is 3 days after Valentines day, so this also gets me thinking. Yes, grandma was old, but it still hurts every year to know that such a lovely lady is no longer in my life. This also makes me realize how important it is to let people know you care, not just on this one day of the year, but on a regular basis.
Thus, the moral of this is that Valentine's Day is not just about giving candy, and showering your loved ones with gifts, but is a reminder that every day is a day in which we should cherish our relationships, with our parents, friends, and significant others. With saying this, Happy Valentine's Day, today, tomorrow and every day!!

Why is it when you want to stay home on the weekend there is ALWAYS something going on? And then on the weekends where you want nothing but to party hardy, there is nothing to do? It's the inevitable I guess. So, last night I headed across the street to a school buddy, Shayna's house to attend a party themed as 'Would you still love me if I wore this?' Awesome idea girls, I must say. And there were most definately some super good outfits, or should I say not so good outfits. Everything from psychadelic multi-colored shirts to underwear on the outside of the pants to pants that give one a cameltoe. Yes, you're right, not such a glorious sight, but entertaining nonetheless. The party wasn't big, but its quality over quantity. And this was one of those parties where it was just the right people, so we had a blast. And many pictures to prove it, some of which I will post at a later date. I learned some new drinking games, one of which is called 'F$#% you'. It's an easy concept, but your mind draws blanks when it comes to be your turn.... or maybe it would actually be easy if I didn't have so many Mike's Hard drinks in my tummy. And you'll all be proud to hear that even though I do not believe in going to the gym on a Saturday, mostly because I am just lazy, I got my butt out of bed this morning (11am) and went to the gym. I believed it would be a good start to my successful day of completing the multiple piles of assignments, papers, reading, and studying I must get done. I was wrong. My day has consisted of going to the gym, and complaining that my tummy is too upset to do anything other than sit at the computer and write a blog, look at pictures, check the weather, read the news, reconfigure my computer, talk on MSN, and clean my room. Oh, and talk about how I want superpowers injected in me. Yes, superpowers. That way I could drink what I want, eat what I want, and the best part of it would be just having to THINK about homework and with that it would complete itself. That will be invented when I'm in charge of the world... so stay tuned for more.

The Sadistic Professor

I knew that this class I'm taking would not be an easy class to take on. I had taken a class from this professor last year, and had found out he is somewhat sadistic, and crazy about giving assignments that take longer to complete than the amount of time given to complete them, but for some strange reason, I thought he would be more generous, possibly somewhat kind this semester. I was wrong. So, I go to my phonology class on Thursday and at the end of class the professor handed out an assignment. I knew it wouldn't be an easy, quick to do assignment by any means. As we walked out of class, he said "The point of this assignment is basically to ruin your entire weekend." And then laughed some crazy, sadistic laugh. He wasn't lying when he said this. I wouldn't doubt for a second, that I worked for at least 10 hours on this stupid assignment. Not only did he give us this assignment that was super long, he also only gave us the weekend to complete it. No mercy for us overloaded students. Not at all. You would think, that as a professor, you would be leniant and grant the students a few extra days to complete assignments and study for exams because they themselves at one point had to go through this insanely, impossible life of trying to schedule their homework so they could still yet have some sort of social life. But I am pretty sure that this professor is the kind who figures that he had to go through hell in university, and so he is not letting us get off easy. He is vicious and cruel, yes. We should have to go through hell as well. So... he is being the devil and we should do whatever it is we need to do to finish this assignment... on time.

Idiots...

Idiots we are... but had oh so much fun. Tonight I headed over to my best bud's house for a very scrumptious supper, which entailed a spinach dip for appetizer, russian chicken, rice and a garlic bread for the main course, and... pie, which we didn't eat, for dessert. It was just me and her and another friend of ours. So we chatted and gossiped like typical girls, then Shanda had to head out. So just me and Mieka left. And of course, anybody who knows how Mieka and I get when we get together and hang out, knows that it's never a normal evening. Not that we were super crazy tonight or anything, just not 'normal'. So we cracked the last bottle of wine that my buddy Heather gave to me for Christmas. And we drank it with class, out of margarita glasses. And by the way, it was delicious!! Yummy, Red Zinfandel. I was never a wine fan, until Heather introduced me to her homemade batches. Since then, I've been addicted. After the bottle was half empty, or half full, whichever way you like to look at it, I decided to chug a glass of water, to make positive I could drive home by the end of the night. So I set my water on the table, then proceeded to knock it over with my elbow. As I make a lovely catch so I don't spill too much, I set it back on the table only to do the exact same thing a second time! Yes... I'm a clutz, and now you all know it. I swear to goodness it was NOT the wine, it was definitely just me being me. So after I cleaned it up, I decided it was best to stick to the wine, I hadn't spilled that yet.

We then decided to play the idiot game. For anybody who does not know what this is, you should!! It's super fun, and easy. It's like war, kinda. You flip over a card, and you have actions for the cards. so if a jack is flipped you have to yell out 'Hi Jack!'. An ace... you hit your forehead. An 8, clap your hands, a 9, yell Yo, a 10, fist to the table, a queen, slap the table, a king, tap your chest, and so on... the rest we just made up as we became pro at the first few. The first one to complete the action wins the pile of cards. So, as you can imagine, as you're trying to remember all of these signs, and attempting to do these actions without messing up, it can get pretty funny. And throughout this game, Mieka was definitely the 'idiot'.... even though she won the game in the end. Why is she the idiot? Well, let's just say that I was not the one to spill the red wine down the front of my new white shirt, and I was also not the one to yell out 'I was the first to get the clap!!' Mieka got the clap. Thanks for sharing Mieka. But, since she was victorious in the end, she wins I suppose. The pictures displayed are the two of us, just being the twits that we are.

Yep, as you can tell I have not much to say, so that is all... til next time folks.

Random Rambles

Can you believe it? I think I should get a star sticker for this one!! I think it has been a full 4 days since I have been on MSN. WOW! It is impressive, but now I find myself staring blankly at my contacts list just waiting for somebody I want to talk to to sign on. But, my dear friend Heather has saved me. She is the only other dedicated MSN geek who sits on throughout the day, when homework is pushed to the side because it is not nearly as important as talking to me. It is as if we don't see each other each and every day for at least an hour a day, and we just do not get enough girl gossip in, so we need to spend a few hours chatting on MSN as well. Oh the joys of the computer in a geeky girls life.
Well, I have not written in a few days, so what can I tell you that would be of any excitement to anybody. Probably not much. My reasons for not being on here are plausible. I am house/dogsitting for my Aunt for 2 weeks. And although the dog needs very little attention and outside peeing time, I still have to go over there to let her out. So rather than going back and forth each time, I have been staying over night so I don't need to wake up at ridiculous hours in the morning to drive over there to take the little mutt out. This dog is treated like a princess. She is royalty to my aunt. Every time she goes outside she gets a treat. Actually, she gets one treat broke into 2. That is just how it goes. Then every single time you leave the house, even if its just to take the garbage out to throw it on the back step you must give her another treat. And once a day you must make sure she gets a Dental stick.... oh, and don't forget to fill the water dishes twice aday, because God forbid she might have to drink water that has been sitting for 3 hours. And at night time, you have to let her sleep on the bed with you, which wouldn't be so bad... but, this dog HATES me. She won't let me pick her up without snarling and digging those awful sharp teeth into my hands. So, now tell me, how in God's name am I supposed to let her sleep on the bed with me? ya... thats what I thought. YOU DON'T!
More news from me, and I'm proud to say it , is that I have been making a point of going to the gym. Last week I manage to get there 5 times!! 5 whole times, thats like a world record i think!! And I went once this week already, but I think I may skip today as I got a wonderful offer from Heather to go watch a movie.... Flicka... boys and horses, my two favourite things. Okay, well horses aren't a favorite, but boys seem to be top on the list for me these days, as homework seems less important than anything. And the best part of it, is I'm goign with Heather and her little boy, Reese. He is sooo adorable!! Just picture a 3 year old trying to re-enact each and every action of Spiderman. I will have to attach a picture of the cutie pie one of these days. Just not today, as right now I have to get my butt in gear and off to class.... ughhh, the coldness... yuck. It's only -35 with the windchill, Suck it up!

The Expected and The Unexpected

I'm a Grey's Anatomy fanatic. I watch it every week, and would NEVER miss an episode. Not only is it a superb drama series which makes you laugh and makes you cry, it also has a point, always gives you a good understanding of life. Since my last few (and only) posts have all been full of complaints, tonight I'm going to be more positive. Tonight's episode made me realize that we always focus on the expected aspects in life. We have a routine, and we tend to stick to it, never deviating far from the norm of our day to day lives. We get up, we get ourselves ready for the day and we do the things we do, day in day out, every day. Then there is the unexpected parts in life. This is what gives life excitement. This is what allows you to laugh and cry; fill you with joy and fear. So why do we hold on to the expected? It is because it keeps us steady; it keeps us stable and on track. Sometimes the expected gets boring, and we want change to excite our lives, but in the end, the expected is always comforting. Then there is the unexpected. It switches our lives up a bit, it gives us something to talk about, something to laugh about, something to cry about. It gives us the energy to go out in the world, and live the next day. It motivates us because without this unexpected aspect we would deplete, lose the ambition we have in life. The unexpected is the twists and turns our lives take, which help to make our lives complete. This unexpected sometimes may seem as if it is impossible to deal with, but some how we always deal. The expected is just the beginning, the unexpected is what changes our lives. Life is short, and sometimes it just sucks but we make it through these unwanted challenges and always end up with something to smile about, a life to love. So next time you're in pain, depressed, stressed, or angered, remember we will come to a point again where life is worth living.

It's great to be alive, and I am thankful for everything I have.... friends, family, and life! Until next time....

Back to Elementary School

'Okay class, here is your assignment. I will give you the full hour today to work on it.' This is NOT what I pay the university thousands of dollars to hear. If I wanted to work in class I would have failed elementary or highscool over and over again as many times as possible. I pay to be lectured, to learn something... or at least to hear somebody babble at the front of the class even though half of the time they don't really know what they are talking about. So, I leave class as soon as she says this, with full intentions of going up to my little study area, not to actually work on my assignment, but to visit with my equally 'not-very-enthusiastic-about-homework-at-the-moment' buddies. (The picture here is one I took out the window from our comfy little 'study' area.) So after sitting around for two hours accomplishing a whole lot of nothing but gossip and girl talk, I head to my next class, Human Neuropsychology, my last class of the day. Sounds tough right? Well, it probably will be, but the atmosphere makes it sound just as much as the last class, like highschool. The professor (or should I just say teacher) walks in and says 'Good afternoon class' and you hear an echo in the room 'Good morning'. Or, wait.. it's not an echo, really its just the whole class saying good afternoon to her. Seriously, when was the last time you had to actually say 'Good afternoon' in unison unless you were at some afternoon church service (which I will add, hasn't been the case for me) or elementary school?

Then the professor goes into saying 'Oh I love when my students say that' and continues on into a life story of basically each and every class she's ever taught and then finally... after rambling on about that and hyperventalating because she gets so excited about absolutely everything she says, she finally gives us a lecture. Today, topic of the class, brain recording and imaging. Interesting I suppose, but by this time all I was thinking about is what my mommy and daddy will make me for supper since I'm revisiting elementary school.

My name stinks, but...

I lead a Sparks group... you know, a group of little stuck up, know it all, I'm the best, arrogant, whiny girls. No, really... I do love them to death, but sometimes they can drive you to complete insanity. So, yesterday was just not a good day. The last thing I wanted to do was go and hang out with my girls. I woke up at 8am to my fathers phone call, which I decided was only made because he was bored, and he wanted to wake me up on the day I wanted to sleep in. Also, my car was still MIA, my sister was nowhere to be found, and I had errands to run, with this reliable car I have. So I get ready for my day and proceed on my way to school. On the way out my apartment door, I fall on the ice patch because my landlords don't seem to understand the concept of clearing pathways when it snows so people can actually go out and in. I then run into this guy I knew from one of my first year classes, who I absolutely can not handle. He decides he should 'keep me company' all the way to school, when I much rather would have liked to go merrily on my way listening to my so called 'devil' music. Apparently Metallica is the devil... who knew? So, I get to Sociology class, to find out we are going to watch a movie... like I didn't already know that it's not the norm to grow up with only a day, that this could be a hardship for the children. I also didn't already know that a family can have only one mom, or only one dad, or a mom and a dad, or 2 daddies or 2 mommies. C'mon.... Okay, so I won't continue with the rest of my day, you get my point... it sucked. So I go to my Sparks group, and one of the girl so politely asks 'What is your real name Jewel?'. And so I tell her my name is Reena. She then asks the delightful, not so polite question. 'Ewwww, why is your name Reena?' Think my day was not bad enough? Okay. So, well my name is probably Reena because my parents decided to give me that name, and as much as I don't like it, I didn't feel like going through all of the hassle it is to deal with changing my name.... understandable? I think so. But of course the 6 year old disagrees. 'Your name is like weiners. And weiners are gross. So that means you're gross!... and then yells to the whole group... 'Look everybody, her name is Weiner! She stinks like Weiners'... alright. So I bite my tongue, and try to pretend its funny. But then one of the other very kind girls comes to me and says 'It's okay. My name is Martha. And I don't like my name. But, mom and dad liked it. So you learn to live with it. Really, I like your name.' So I conclude my night thinking... my name really isn't all that bad. Martha? who these days names their child Martha?? There are some parents out there that really don't choose well when picking names, but for the most part the moral of this story is there are just some kids who don't know how to keep their mouths closed when they really should.

The point of owning a car

This summer I finally bought myself a car... yes, it may only be a Cavalier, a car which absolutely everybody has, but none the less... it's a car!! What is the point of having a car? One would assume because they have places to go, people to see, things to do. Exactly. Yet, I own this car and I never get to do the things I need to do, see the people I want to see, and go to the places I need to go. Now I ask myself again, What is the point of having a car??' And my answer is that I want to be as kind as possible to my dear little 18 year old sister who I live with and let her take it any time she wants... to work, to her boyfriend's house, to parties. She needs a way around the city and therefore I bought a car for her to run her errands and keep in touch with her friends. NOT! This whole weekend I did not go anywhere, not that I had plans to go anywhere, but that is besides the point. The point of having a car is so that you can get around conveniently and don't have to plan things in advance. You can spontaneously pick up and go to the mall, go to Mickey Dee's, go to a friends... not me though. Apparently, I have my car for the mere purpose of letting my sister have the capacity to do all of these things instead. Yay for a car!

Blog? What?

So, this would be my first blog... ever. I never thought the day would come when I actually created what they call a 'blog'. I remember for the longest time when I heard this word 'blog' I had no clue what the heck it meant. Then when I did learn the meaning of it, I thought.... oh, this is for 'nerds'. Well, give a great big round of applause to me, I am officially a 'nerd'... and proud of it. Some of my friends have blogs, and I have now started spending countless hours reading them, never really thinking that I myself one day would be a blogger. But here I am, low and behold, a blogger.
And with this, hopefully I take a few minutes of the countless hours I spend reading blogs to actually post some. I never have been much of a writer though... so we'll see if I can become one of those people who can 'captivate' readers. Doubtful...