Treading Water.

Feeling a little melodramatic now. . .    :)

1) Studying pays off.

2) Grandma's out of the hospital and back in her own home.

3) The tall ship people left me a message today. I'm to call them back tomorrow. I might have a job!!! O.O

4) I have a place in rez next year.

5) The double exams went as smoothly as could be expected.

6) The virus has been dominated. Thank you Malwarebytes.

7) Found out the geology field trip was optional.

8) Still oh so secure in my choice of major.

This Road Is Now A Sudden Sea.

Most. Stressful. Week. Ever.

1) You must study like mad all week.

2) Your grandmother's in the hospital to get a tumor removed from her lung.

3) Oh, and you have an interview for your dream job.

4) Grandma has a set back in recovery (she's fine now).

5) There was a problem with the system and, unknown to you, your rez application didn't go through so you might have to live at home next year.

6) Two (that's right, TWO) exams on the same day.

7) Imma hack YOU!!!!! (Computer virus)

8) Surprise! Geology field trip on Saturday! You don't even get the weekend off!

9) Add to that a crises of faith surrounding your choice of major. Geology or Biology??? And your Geo professor is not helping, because he is very persuasive and obviously wants you to take Geology. In the end you stick to Bio anyway.

And people wonder why I have issues with anxiety.

How I Know I'm Not Rasputin.

I'll be the first to admit that I never paid enough attention in History class in high school. In fact only two things really stuck with me.

1) Trotsky was assassinated in Mexico with an icepick of all things. Hmmm, I wonder who was responsible for that...?

2) Rasputin was one tough bastard. Zoned out in that lecture? Read about his death here and learn.

As you now know, it would probably take a truckload of horse tranquilizers to phase that fellow. However, when I took two Non-Drowsy Buckley's Cough Cold & Flu tablets (that's the recommended dosage), I was out like a light. This was my first clue. Half a gravol does it to me as well.

I have a very low tolerance for cold medication, clearly. When I was twelve I took two cold pills and was high as a kite for the rest of the afternoon. I seem to remember believing I could predict the future. Apparently it was hilarious.

So yes. I am not Rasputin.

I could be Wile. E. Coyote though.

A Slinky, A Slinky, It's Fun For..Well, Pretty Much Everyone Right?

My dog Winnie discovers the magic of a Patrick Star slinky:

Their eyes meet for the first time.

OHMYGOD PATRICK, YOU CAN FLY! (Don't land on me please!)

Are you dead? You're not breathing...

Wheee! You're streeeaaaatchy!

My Patrick Star slinky. NOM.

Checking In.

What's new with me? Nothing much. Classes are wrapping up and labs are finished. I have my first exam this week. The situation is about as serious as an outbreak of small pox on Wall Street. Hence, why I have been AWOL for the better part of a week.

In other news, my father is doing his best to grow a moustache (I know you were wondering). It seems to me to be a case of "just because you can, doesn't mean you should". But he's happy.

I am, however, plotting to shave it off in his sleep if it isn't gone by summer. Beware, facial hair. I'm coming for you! >:)

Re: Your Brains.

Why I'd rather have to deal with zombies than any other horror movie monster:

1) Re-animated corpses are no scarier than most other critters, and WAY less scary than possessed children (viz "The Ring" girl)

2) They're supposedly not so hard to kill (haven't tried it myself). Werewolves, you need expensive silver. Vampires, you have to get in close and hope they hold still long enough to stake them through the heart. Ghosts you need to find a priest or find out why the ghost is killing people and fix the problem. With zombies, you just blow up their heads from very VERY far away.

3) Zombies are stupid. Ghosts are not stupid. Vampires are not stupid. Possessed children are SO not stupid. Werewolf intelligence is debatable, but they have super noses and ears which still lands them above zombies no matter how you look at it. Some zombies have neither noses nor ears.

4) Society would become less focused on looks. If you're not a zombie, you win. Plus zombies like people for their brains, not their appearances. Vampires and werewolves are way more shallow.

5) You can trick them into thinking cauliflowers are brains(see 3).

6) Number 5 would be hilarious to watch from the safety of your anti-zombie shelter.

7) This song about zombies is really catchy.


Disagree? Comment below. It's pretty futile, since zombies have clearly won. But please feel free anyway! :)

I Hear Spring is Nice in Canada.

Once a year, my family has a picnic. We don't just choose a random day each year though, willy-nilly. We're not that whimsical. Instead, we have it every year on the first day of spring. This is probably why we call it the "First Day of Spring Picnic", though if you don't believe me I can double check that. ;)

I'm not exactly sure how it started, but we always get really yummy food. Some years we eat outside, but usually it's too cold. Then we spread a blanket out on the family room floor and eat by the wood stove. It's really great!

This year we've been pretty lucky. While still chilly, the days are warmer than they have been in a long time, and if you look hard you can see green things starting to grow again.

No salamanders yet though. I'll leave you to chew on that.

Kiss Me, I'm Irish!

Probably. Mostly Scottish and New Scottish. But there's likely some Irish in there. And seriously, who looks at a ginger on St Patrick's Day and thinks Scottish?

P.S: They're after me Lucky Charms! In case you were wondering why this post is so short. That's why. I should probably scoot now. Ta.

Where O Where has my Little House Gone?

Here's the deal with last weekend.

My parents are investing a lot of time into flipping Gram's house (the one who passed away a little less than a year ago). The people who rented it from her were a little. . .rough. As in tear out the carpets, patch the floor with a staple gun, stick tacks in and throw knives at the walls kind of rough.

It's hard to go back and see their house like this. It was never the height of fashion, don't get me wrong. But it was comfortable, and they were proud of it.

So we're fixing it up for two reasons. First and more practically, it'll make a hell of a lot more money even if we just make it less of a hazard to live in. Secondly, there's the emotional payout knowing we're getting it back to the way my grandparents would remember it or even better.

Mum and Dad have done all the work so far by themselves. But now it's painting time, and that's where I come in. Dad HATES to paint. I sometimes wonder if he hasn't been training me since birth so he would have to do less of it. ;)

Over the 7 or 8 hours we were there, I painted an entire room by myself. Twice. And it only took me so long due to the weird little crevices around the dormer windows which require painstaking cutting. As thanks my parents fed me. They know I will pretty much always work for food.

It's starting to look a lot better. I'll try to get some before and after pictures so you can fully comprehend the magnitude of the undertaking!

Happy Birthday To We.

Growing up, my younger brother and I were the only kids in our family under the age of 20 (with one exception), so we spent a lot of time together, especially at family gatherings. Add to that the fact that we basically have the same face, we both have red hair and he's taller but I look older and you get the whole "Hey look, ginger twins!" thing a lot.
Not to mention there's only one day between our birthdays. So we've always celebrated them together anyway.

Hence "Happy Birthday to We". I thought it was cute. Now I'm of drinking age and he's of driving age. What a team, haha! ;)

P.S: This post is really late by the way. It's been sitting in my drafts folder since the end of February. So if you could just pretend that's when I posted it, that would be great...Thanks. Sorry for any confusion! :)