Lest we forget

Hi everyone. It's Remembrance Day and I couldn't even go to the Hill and watch the ceremony because I had class. What's the point of even living in Ottawa if you don't get to see all the cool stuff.

It has been about 50 years since I last posted and I apologize but I'm sure you're all feeling the same midterm stress. I liken it to being slammed into a brick wall repeatedly and when you think you can't feel any worse, the wall collapses on you and you become a pile of dust under a mountain of rubble. (Sorry for the run-on sentence, I am really missing the freedom of non-news writing).

So let's see what I've been doing. I just feel like I've been living at the library with my eyes glued to my laptop while my fingers type themselves into an arthritic state as I wait for my brain to go on strike and spontaneously combust. (Wow I really need to ease off on those run-on sentences. It's an illness really). I've written a 7-page essay on Irish people in Quebec. And to allude to Big Bang Theory:

Me: Do you know what's interesting about [Irish people in Quebec]?

You: No.

Me: NOTHING!

It was just 7 pages of word vomit. I'm so glad that's over. Then I had to do my profile assignment for journalism, which is where they actually test you on your writing (The exam is multiple choice. Kill me.) I had to interview this guy in my tutorial class and find out something interesting about him so that I can tell the world why he's a unique individual. And my prof made it very clear that this was NOT an obituary, meaning do not drown your readers in life achievements and biographical information. Easier said than done. Luckily, my guy is a freak who pretended to be a hobo for a week just to write his experiences in a story for his school newspaper. It's insane and makes for very good profile-writing.

I also wrote my psychology midterm and ACED IT! Ha! I'm allowed to gloat since none of you are in my class. The average was 60% and I got a 93! Yay! It's so good that people don't show up for class or do any of the reading. Excellent. Most excellent.

Too bad I'm practically failing in the only class that matters: journalism. But let's not talk about that. Let's talk about how I got a mild concussion!

I went to Jiu Jitsu and someone threw me funny and I hit my head on the floor. I thought I was fine but then I started seeing spots in my vision and little shiny strands of silvery tinsel that didn't really exist. I sat down and had a throbbing headache for a while.

So what did I learn? Apparently nothing. I'm going to Jitsu again today and I'm just going to see how that works out. Keep your fingers crossed for my brain!

Before I go to dinner (because I'm STARVING), I would like to point out that so many people are going home this weekend and it's not fair at all because I'm staying here. Kitty's going home so I get the whole room to myself! It's going to be awesome. But it's looking like I'll be staying here until Christmas, which I am NOT feeling. I miss Toronto! And I miss all of you guys of course. But my whole weekend will be gone before I know it because of work. There's also a giant sale at Chapters that I want to go to and stock up on books that I'll never have time to read. It's all good fun.

(I just read that last paragraph over to myself and there are a LOT of conflicting ideas in there. I apologize! I was going to fix it up or take it out but I've decided to let you all see what really goes on in my head. So many voices.)

Well as usual, this has turned out to be way too long already. But I would like to think that it's okay because I haven't written in millions of years. I'll try to blog more often if I live.