Up! makes me cry like a snivelly homesick kid at camp whose dog just died everytime. Except it's happy crying so that's a bad analogy. Regardless, *wibblesob* I <3 Ellie. (Huggles Vince)

Extended post forthcoming but I need to share this tidbit of information before I explode.

I AM THE LIBRARY OF PARLIAMENT'S LEGAL INTERN FOR 2009-2010!!!!!!

BRB, moving to Ottawa.

(Plz kill me nao)

Yesterday I had my wisdom teeth yanked out. As we all know, I am fucking terrified of medically things. Surprisingly, it went well!

( The Good and the Bad of Dental SurgeryCollapse )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&feature=channel_page

To quote the blog that I found this on:

"In a culture that values youth, wealth, and carefully-maintained femininity, this woman is like a cheat sheet for “don’t take me seriously” signifiers. She’s over 40, she’s ungroomed, she’s on the fat side, and her accent denotes low class [1]. As it turns out, she also has learning disabilities and has never been on a date. She flies in the face of what we expect out of a performer and what we, as a culture, esteem in a woman. The judges respond accordingly: they snigger and mock, and her confident posturing just makes her (in their eyes) more ridiculous, more dissonant. Dissonant because confidence and sass don’t compute from a woman who falls so short of the ideal.

And then she KICKS THEIR FUCKING FACES IN."

Homg... twenty-two page monstrosity is written! (Fails to note that it is not edited... <.< >.>)

Now... to memorize several hundred french terms. My list is about... 20 plus pages long for that as well.

I hate finals week. I EVEN STARTED EARLY! ARG!

And I am still made of phlegm. The Neocitron does nothing... NOTHING!

Uggg... instead of chocolate the Easter Bunny brought me the flu, a french final and a 20 page paper. I vote on having rabbit stew tonight.

I am also officially taking applications for a substitute parental figure to feed me soup and pat me on the head a lot. Perhaps supply real Easter treats not in the form of Neocitron. Salary will be negotiated. I promise it will not include the flu.

In other news, still full of spleen. Arg. And phlegm.

I have just officially completed ALL of my readings for my undergraduate career. I am FREE! Well... sorta... (I have a 5 page paper, a 20 page paper and a french final left. And then it's the actual final period!)

I am almost tempted to drag out all my coursepacks and textbooks and see how high they all stack up. The readings for my honours seminar, when stacked, comprised of over ten centimetres of printouts alone.

Even scarier, I have only ever skipped one reading in these past four years. A chapter in one of my philosophy books in first semester since that class made me cry a lot and I decided to bullshit my way through the last half the course. Turns out you get better marks that way in philosophy!

Anyway, I feel as if I should mark this occasion with celebration... but it is almost 3AM. Suggestions of belated celebrations?

One of the greatest men I ever met died yesterday.


( Memories and me trying to say goodbyeCollapse )

Nyan Nyan!
Nyan Nyan!
Nihao Nyan!
Gorgeous!
Delicious!
Deculture!

In other news, remind me to never leave a ten page paper ENTIRELY for the day before it is due again. On the other hand, I now know the Romanow commission inside and out... yet I never actually read more that the summary and recommendations. Government scares me sometimes.

(Goes back to editing)