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.