Homestretch

Don't cry, my readership. Veronica's back to write for you!

It's officially the last week of school, to be followed by Easter, and then the dreaded exams. I have neither assignments nor readings, and there is nary a project in sight. You can whine about the unfairness all you want, but at the end of the day, I will be watching How I Met Your Mother while you will be pulling all-nighters and cramming your saturated brains with more information.

Evil cackle. Sometimes I get to win.

Last Weekend: Emily came to visit!

I am fully aware it's a big deal when your friends visit you in the dull city of Ottawa so I had all the most cliché, touristy things planned for Em.

1. Visit the Hill. That's probably the biggest selling point. Think about it. If Ottawa didn't have the Parliament, there would be absolutely no reason at all to even stop here. We might as well merge it with Kingston or something and start putting up motels and fast-food chains because the only people who stop here would be sleepy drivers on their way from Montreal to Toronto and vice versa.
2. Hit the Byward Market. I had to show Em how normal and folksy it can be with daylight. The last time we went the Byward together, it was about 10 p.m. with a scrawny white man in a dirty wifebeater following us down an empty street. It was time to give Byward a chance to redeem itself.
3. BeaverTails. It's a must. Enough said.
4. Peruse the Rideau Centre. The mall itself isn't anything new. It's the Eaton Centre of Ottawa. Same old stores with same old stuff (plus a store dedicated completely to the Sens) but you have to see it at least once.
5. Walked along the Rideau Canal. If I had it my way, we would have skated. But Em and I are both kind of like babies on ice. And there's that small problem of the ice having melted about two weeks ago.
6. Exploded at the Works. Every time we go there, I eat until it hurts to breathe. The milkshake. The sweet potato strings. The Tower O' Rings. And that delicious thing of beauty known as the burger. It's actually a heart attack. A tasty, tasty heart attack. Why have I been there five times?

We also had Earth Hour while Em was over. Ottawa has this amazing thing called sit-awkwardly-in-the-dark-for-an-hour. It's too bad you missed out.

I hope you all helped save the planet, otherwise your grandchildren better enjoy putting on SPF 5000 every time they want to set foot outdoors.

Other highlights:

• Kitty had grading over the weekend and she got her orange belt with three mon (which are little stripes on the ends of the belt). You only get them if you are supremely awesome and three is pretty much the most you can get. It's nice to have a roommate who can kick some butt. I can save some money on an alarm system.
• I aced my history essay! Props to Tommy Douglas.
• I have a story to write for the Charlatan, assigned to me by a Gr. 11 kid who's acting as guest editor this week. She has no experience whatsoever but hey, I don't make the decisions, I just write the stories.

So it's all good! I can't wait until Easter (and for exams to be over, but I'll start with small goals) and before we know it, first year will be over. Thank goodness. I'm done with first year. It feels like being a Gr. 9 again - just general eye-rolling and disapproving scoffs from everyone.

Onward!

good luck~

Hello everyone! Listening to telephone right now haha.

 So I am back in Irvine again now and a new quarter starts tomorrow!!!  I am really scared that I wont be able to handle the work.  I wont be able to do other stuff like reading veronica's posts, watching shimmy and ign on youtube, reading blogsecret, ichatting, dying in the hot weather, eating oily foods from the caf, enjoying icee's from the cafeteria, watching lady gaga make a secret poison to kill everyone in the restaurant, shopping at target, watching tar, bbt, fringe, kitchen nightmares, and hopefully himym. Oh and going to disneyland. oh and sleep. oh and taking naps. And other random stuff that is of utterly excruciating utmost importance.

Anyways just wanted to wish everyone good luck on the rest of the year! two more months!

batawa? heck no! ottawa!!

lol. sucha cheesy title.

Well I'm off to Ottawa!! I'm finally free enough to trek 4-5 hours to Ottawa. Ve you better appreciate it. Can't wait to see you girl!

I know a few of you are back home too. School is almost over! yay! Hope everyone has a great weekend!

oh em gee!

Hey!

So my all nighters streak may come to an end tonight. I cant' believe I pulled 3 all nighters. I feel like a freaking zombie right now!!!! It might be 4 tonight, but we'll see. I technically do have something due tomorrow, but it's like "touchup" so it's not a big deal. But I should probably work on stuff due next week. But starting Thursday, the best week will start!!!!

Why?!!?!

Because I get to see people!!! I've been stuck in my apartment working!!

Thursday:: Dinner with UT kids! the asian ones :P But I haven't seen Harriet,Nat,Wendall,Bosco in like yearsss!!!!! okay, so I saw Harriet and Nat this year, but not Wendall and Bosco!

Friday-Sunday:: I get to see Veronica+Kitty!! I'm so excited for Ottawa!!! :)

Sometime between Monday-Friday:: I get to see Rach!! :)

School-wise:: Nothing terribly difficult due! :)

Thursday:: Girls night with Rach and Harriet! :) (BTW is Nicole coming?)

Then it's Easter!!! where I can see all your pretty faces :)

Then it's back to to hell. x_x But I'm soo excited to see everyone!!!! I have an hour to kill and I swear I was like "I guess I'll do ______" But a second later I forgot what that ________ was. Sighs. My zombie brain.

So shall I update you on my project? Sure, why not! I have an hour to spare!! I'll do a nice long post like Veronica

Vertical Studio

So our lovely (sarcasm) vertical studio project is gross. It's not as bad now because it's like individual stuff now, but it stilll has to be cohesive with our group's idea. So I personally feel like we're all on different pages, but apparently my other members feel differently. Like honestly we have to wait till our prof rips us apart for us to realize we're not on the same page. Eg. Our presentation for the group portion was so fail. We worked so hard on our research book that we didn't leave time to prep properly for our presentation, so it was kinda thrown together last minute. The slideshow people did the ppt without the script. So like the pictures were really random and stuff. And I didn't have time to care because that week was hell. Vertical Studio due the same as our CAD project. The next day, Art history essay. And we had something else. I feel like it was a spoon thing. So this isn't really my point, my point is.....my prof is like CRAZY HIGH INTENSE expectations. So we have to go all out and then basically go home, redo them and so on till it's due. So we're basically doing our initial stuff like our floor plans like a million times. He never has a nice thing to say. Like his critz are like good ,but he says it in a way where he sounds like he's saying "do it again." Sooo we' all goo crazy on the weekend and straight through to Wednsday. Plus we have to render, although rendering is kinda fun (maybe cause we get high of the markers) and it doesn't take that long. We go into class, do our critz, and leave. The other classes stay for the whole 3 hours and more!!! They actually work in class. It's so weird!!

Next project, Spoon. -_-

Spoon

Death. I fraking hate it. The process book for our prototype is due today, that's why I was up doing my prototypes. And our prof for this course always emails us and is like "i'm expecting (insert a million points) by next class" And she doesn't follow the outline, but marks us by the outline. Gay. sighs. I don't really wanna talk about this. I'm sick of the spoon. I'll post pics later. The packaging I did is the shittiest thing ever. not even joking.

Well this is getting uber long. Sorry for my rant!

Pray that I can sleep tonight!

See you guys soon!!

To Toronto and back

After a marvelous weekend at home, I am now back in the homely town of Ottawa. That weekend flew by! One minute I was sitting on the couch conquering a sushi platter with my mom, and the next, I'm back here brushing my teeth in the shared washroom while trying not to look at the mysterious brown stains on the counter.

I spent the entire weekend catching up with my mom who finally returned from Hong Kong. I got presents and you know what that means? She does love me! Oh boy! I got:

1. a new recorder for doing interviews (my old one, as I'm sure you've all seen, is reminiscent of a much earlier era). This one has a screen that lights up! AND I can record interviews over the phone! Best day ever!
2. rockin' pink headphones that block out all sound. It's a must when you're rooming with Kitty. She likes to sing and the quality varies.
3. Cookie Monster earphones, which soon became just Cookie Monster because the earphones that were attached to it didn't hold up very well. They tried to make them high tech, with a recoiling feature to let them disappearing inside the Cookie Monster. That poor recoiling gadget didn't last very long at all. I salvaged the Cookie Monster but I'm afraid the earphones didn't make it.
4. a pink mini kettle. It's sitting on my desk now. While people are bringing things home from res, I am still bringing things in. We'll deal with that when it's time to move out in a few weeks.
5. hand warmers that come in an elephant pouch. It's so cute, you know it has to be from Hong Kong.
6. a giant raisin bun. That was courtesy of my grandma who insisted that I would miss the bread from Hong Kong and made my mom smuggle a whole loaf of raisin bread back to Canada just for me. It's the thought that counts.
7. stationery! There's a Muji for a reason. I also got pens shaped like chopsticks holding a giant piece of sushi. That's all coming in the mail. My mom tried to mail it to me so I could get it earlier but Canada Post is extremely slow. I also got ink refills! (I get excited about these things. Just go with it.)

But of course, I didn't just go home for the presents. I went home for my Marmee's company. We watched so many movies. Three Gene Kelly and Frank Sinatra movies: On the Town (one of my new favourites), Anchors Aweigh, and Take Me out to the Ballgame. We also watched Guys and Dolls with Frank Sinatra and Marlon Brando. It was great! They just don't make movies like they used to.

It's the homestretch now. In a few more weeks, it'll be exams and then the beautiful freedom of summer. And just like that, first year would be over. In the words of that immortal bard, Robin Hood Daffy Duck, as he was poised at top of a tree with jungle vine in hand, "Yoiks and away!"

another vlog update!

This is what I do at 4AM!!! If you have 7 minutes to spare then go right ahead and watch! lol.

new vlog!

take 10: kinokuniya! from rachel on Vimeo.

30 days....

Hey everyone! How is everyone doing?

Well, this is like a status update from Waterloo!

So, I have to survive 30 more days till I am finished my first year here! It will be a tough 30 days. Especially, the last 19 days of these 30 days. I shall call these days "anti-social hardcore studying days" 19 days of studying hardcore for six final exams. All of them are worth 50%+ which I find ridiculous. Pass or fail exams are SO stressful.

The Vancouver Olympics are almost officially over since the Paraolympics are ending on March 21st!

I have an ELPE exam tomorrow as well. It is an essay writing exam which I failed once. Hopefully this time, I will surpass this exam and pass it!

I believe I can do this and good luck to all you girls and guys on your finals!

Peace,
David

guess where i am?

Can you guess?

ART HISTORY! oh can you sense my excitement??

God has blessed us with this beautiful, sunny day and I'm stuck inside learning about......ummm.....yeaaaa.... we're looking at chairs at the moment. lol.

AND guess how long I slept for last night?!

17.5 HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that's like a typical month's worth of sleep!!! Isn't that craazzzy?!?!? lol. Well I didn't sleep on Tuesday night. I slept for like 2 hours and almost missed a quiz. I have to stay up late tonight and tomorrow so I don't screw myself over on Sunday night.

I hope everyone had a good St Pattys Day. I think I slept too much because my brain is goop atm. I want to be outside!! grrr. OH!! I think I'm going to take a walk down Queen St W tomorrow!! Oh I'm so brilliant. Lol.

Ok. This is starting to make no sense!! So i'm just going to stop.

Hope all is well!

Happy St. Patty's Day

Aww, thanks! You took time out of your busy, green-beer-drinking day to read the blog! What a pal. I hope you're wearing green. I am and I didn't even know I owned a green shirt. I had to resort to a pajama shirt (there's a giant "PINK" logo on it) but hey, it's not like anyone's sober enough to read today.

The world is less green than I thought it would be today. There were some people who ignored the day completely and just carried on with their regular humdrum lives. I'm not a huge fan of St. Patrick's Day myself but I still put on some green as a gesture. That in itself was a challenge. I don't own a lot of green. I did manage to find some green earrings and I made myself a giant clover, which hung around my neck on a lanyard all day long (except for a temporary crisis when it broke at dinner, but I did some speedy damage control). One side says I SEE GREEN PEOPLE and the other side says I SWEAR TO DRUNK I'M NOT GOD. The public enjoyed it.

I also had green socks but no green shoes, so the world will never know. That was just for my own satisfaction. I didn't even have to whip out the green face paint (that stuff is a pain to get off. In the end, you don't know whether you got all the red off or if your face is just rubbed raw trying to get it off).

My favourite accessories of the day:

• One guy had green-rimmed sunglasses that had green light bulbs inside the frames. They lit up and everything!
• Several people had those giant green hats. If you've ever seen my Canada Pride hat, it looks like that, but green and covered in shamrocks.
• My favourite giant hat was shaped like a great big mug of beer sitting on a green plate. That one made me jealous.

Unlike my fellow colleagues here at Carleton, I will sadly not be out running wild on the streets in my green attire. I have crazy plans of my own: a midterm tomorrow. Don't wait up.

What did I learn about St. Patrick's Day? It's the one day of the year when everyone is drunk before noon and no one else can judge them or send them off to AA meetings. I don't know how these people are going to survive the whole night to party away. They'll be puking by 9 p.m. Mark my words!

Fun fact #2: The reason the beer's green is because of... are you ready for this? ALGAE! Yeah! That's how they make it green if you want it organic. If you're smart and don't really care if your beer is organic, I'm pretty sure they just put dye in it that they extract from bugs or create out of some chemical concoction. Bottoms up!

It's back to the old grindstone for me. Drink safe, lassies and laddies! Aim for the bucket and watch where you face-plant (other people may not be so good with the bucket-aiming).

Update... vlog style!

take 9: new yawk from rachel on Vimeo.


Decided to copy em! <3

Brownie points for Em!

And no points for everyone else! I'm paddling the sinking canoe here all by myself while the rest of you are holding onto your bail pails and staring at the clouds. Make yourselves useful!

Here's a note to Rach: I was about to go to New York! There's a trip going down for three days at the end of April (you're still in school then right? You started a whole month after us, so you better still be there when we're done!) but there's one teensey problem. The trip is after exams, which means I will be kicked out of res and I will have nowhere to stay in the 2.5 days between my last exam and the day we leave for the trip. There's also the unfortunate reality of there being no late trains on Sunday night when I get back. Meaning, I will either have to be a hobo for about three days in total or I can't go on this amazing trip about which I was getting totally psyched.

Other sad things: My desk lamp has called it quits. The optimist in me would say, "It's not broken. Now I have a strobe light!" But I have temporarily suspended my inner optimist without pay so I'm going to stick with, "Boo! My desk lamp is busted!" What does that entail? It means I can't accomplish anything for about two to three hours every morning. That is the buffer period when I am awake and Kitty is still sleeping. Usually from 8:30 to about 11 a.m. give or take another 30 minutes. It's so not ideal! All I can do is read news online and kill my eyes in the process, squinting into the painful brightness of my laptop screen.

Reason why I'm not bashing my head against a wall: I'm going home in two days!

Reasons why I should consider face-planting into my keyboard as an alternative to head-bashing: I have six classes to go before I can leave. One of them is French (kill me). One of them is history (We get to learn about Pearson. What joy.) Two of them are journalism related (put me out of my misery) and one of them is a midterm, for which I have yet to study. Cruel world.

Oh boy! Kitty's up now! I can turn on the lights! High point of my day! (You have to understand I have very little in my life at the moment.) Finally, I can... study for my midterm. My life is just so exciting. Be jealous.

So before I sign off, I'm going to send Em a virtual high-five...wait for it...it's sending...it's sending...it's sending...THERE it is! Thanks for helping me paddle ye olde canoe as it's going under.

helping ve out via vlogging

Hey

I thought a vlog would be fun, so here it is!

ps, is it just me or his audio and visual off? lmao

Oh what a beautiful morning

My day is proceeding with fineness. It's been raining all weekend but the sun is finally out. But the best part is... my morning class got cancelled! I'm so glad I caught that email on the way out, otherwise there would be a whole other kind of post for you to read.

My oh my, what shall I do with all this spare time? It's so freeing! I can't wait until summer. It's like every class has been cancelled everyday! School should just end now. Everyone's tired of it already. There aren't that many more assignments. Everyone's just sitting around waiting for exams. And let's face it. Who really wants that? Not the profs, not the TAs, and certainly not the students. We should all just do everyone a great big favour and go home.

All those in favour, say aye! Excellent, the motion has been passed. Everyone go home.

The morning after

Ughhh... I'm so tired! I have no idea how I had so much energy last night. I am hangover free though, so it could be worse. Much, much worse.

Sidebar: I should probably mention that yesterday was my friend (the bartender)'s birthday party. So there was a purpose to that rambling post from yesterday. All in good fun in the commemoration of being legal at last.

This morning, I was greeted with several (and by several I mean more than 10) videos of last night. Man oh man. It all just comes flooding back, doesn't it. I was kind of hoping it would all just blow away. I'm also looking forward to rereading whatever I posted yesterday. I only hope it was coherent thoughts.

I think my eyelids are on strike. They won't open! I think I have Chris Woo eyes, and that really is a tragedy. Now I have news to catch up on because sadly, the world doesn't stop when I open the schnapps.

May your day have far more consciousness and awareness than mine.

D to the runked

Hello lonely citizens. I am what some may call drunk. To me, I think my head is just a little fluffy. It'll pass. I realized tonight that I am a big raging fan of peach schnapps. First we had orange juice, rum, peach schnapps and grenadine. That's a Caribbean Sunrise apparently. I was not a huge fan but hey, it's got to go somewhere so I drank it. Then I decided to mix Nestea with peach schnapps and it was a work of genius. The first batch wasn't so great, but the SECOND ONE! That was perfection. So I had to get an encore. Then I got cut off by our makeshift bartender.

And through it all, the motto remained: Dignity. Always dignity. We watched Singin' in the Rain while I drooled over the great hunk of man candy that is Gene Kelly a.k.a. my husband if he wasn't dead. May God rest his sexy soul.

There were fireworks (don't worry, I wasn't the one setting off the pyrotechnics. I was just the one cheering them on through the window). There was dancing, more dancing, and some attempts of dancing that would just embarrass me. So naturally, they have been captured on video. Oh yes, and my friend, the bartender, announced that Kitty and I are official lesbinims. That's right. I intended to spell it that way. The flamboyant fool fully tried to grab my ass! Not to say my ass isn't grab-able but I like to think there are limits.

At one point, there was a sorely miserable attempt to watch Ironman but I found everything really funny and had NO IDEA what was going on. So we gave that up and danced some more. Then Bartender decided I should drunk skype my friends so that led to me being on skype with Rachel and talking to Emily and I said some things and they said some things and Rach insists I'm not drunk but I think (and Em agrees with me) that you don't have to be over a toilet to be drunk. That is just not cool. I plan to never get that drunk.

Now the alcohol is wearing off, methinks. At least I'm tired enough to sit still. At one point, I really had to dance it off. Well... this blog was the result of strong encouragement from Rach and Em. Naturally, they were no help because they decided to keep talking to me while I was trying to tell the world what it's like when Veronica Tang has her beer goggles on. Well it's not so much a goggle as a monocle b/c it's rather tiring to hold up both goggles at the same time all night. And it's not really beer because I think beer is disgusting. So what I have left is a schnapp monocle. It's mighty fine.

One day I will sincerely regret this, namely tomorrow morning because it's 1:18 right now and I am going to crash and burn. But the important part is I didn't drink and drive, or drink and dial, or leapfrog a unicorn.

Over and out! Cue faceplant.

Why not swing by the LCBO?

One of my friends turned 19 on Monday and since no one likes to celebrate their birthday on a Monday, she held off until this weekend. We went to LCBO and bought a butt-load of liquor. Let's review:

1. 4 cans of Heineken
2. 1 bottle of Baileys
3. 1 bottle of Smirnoff, apple-flavoured
4. 1 mini bottle of Bacardi rum
5. 1 giant bottle of Grenadine
6. 1 giant bottle of Dr. McGillicuddy's peach schnapps (I wish my last name was McGillicuddy)
7. 1 case of Vex (I forget what flavour, something pink)

Oh it's going to be a party. I think the LCBO at the Rideau Centre makes a lot of money. It's always crammed full of students. Location location location.

I'm not saying we're going to drink it all in one night. Please, we have to give those livers a chance to catch up. It's all about variety, my friends.

In the mean time, Kitty and I are having a horrible time trying to get pumped for tonight, despite the many bottles of alcohol cluttering up my already limited desk space. Our can-mate has a splitting headache. She's been sick for the past two weeks and is heavily drugged out on antibiotics. Unfortunately, our shrill voices and sudden bursts of laughter seem to be making her want to blow her head off just so she won't have to endure the pain.

So here we are, running against nature and being completely silent. It's been so long! I need to talk before my vocal cords shrivel away from lack of use. I'll be doomed to miming for the rest of my life. What a horrible idea. The thought of that outrageous costume and that black and white makeup. It's too much to bear!

Oh boy! Drugged-out can-mate is awake! We can speak again! I feel so alive!

P.S. I saw a giant cookie monster at the mall today and I want it! It's huge! I think it's about a foot shorter than Kitty when it's sitting down. It's mine! The store manager just doesn't know it yet.

P.P.S. I saw the Mad Hatter's hat for sale at the same store as the cookie monster and I want it! It's an exact replica of the one in the movie and if I had it, I would let my giant cookie monster wear it everyday (when I'm not wearing it and dancing like a fool of course).

That's what I'm talking about!

There we go, guys! That wasn't so hard, was it? You know what this means? It means you all already check this blog but you just don't write anything! That's got to change. Here's the new plan. Every time you check the blog, you have to write something. Comment, post, share a joke, write a limerick, drop a line, bust a rhyme, do the hokey pokey and fire in the hole. Whatever you do, you can't just check the blog and leave.

It's not that hard. I'll prove it.

Since it is a marvelous Thursday night (and the beginning of ze weekend for those of us who kicked Friday classes out the door), I have spent the past two and a half hours fixating my undivided attention on How I Met Your Mother. This is not good, guys. Not good at all.

You want to know why I watch Friends? Because I've seen it all before. I know what's going to happen. I know what jokes are coming. I know Ross and Rachel are on a break and when they get back together. I know when Joey falls down the elevator shaft and Phoebe marries Crap Bag. I don't have to spend sleepless nights worrying about Chandler and Monica getting married and what really happened when Mr. Heckles stole Marcel. It's all been done and I can carry on with my life as a useful member of society.

But How I Met Your Mother is a WHOLE other story! Man oh man. I utterly despise those clever devils who discovered the beauty of cliffhangers. It's a cruel, cruel trick. How despicably low. How horribly dirty! Too bad it works. Now I am hopelessly glued to my laptop watching episode after episode until my screen explodes or my eyeballs shrivel up and fall out of their sockets (Wow, that escalated really quickly. I did not see that graphic imagery coming. I apologize!).

So until then, my friends!

BUT WAIT! There's more! I just remembered something I had to tell you all. I went to the Parliament with the girls on my floor last weekend and we had beaver tails. My first ever beaver tail (I know I shared one with you on Trek Ed, Em. But I did not think that through withe Cows ice cream. All I got was a pathetic bite off yours.) It was Nutella and banana goodness. Ahh, I could almost hear my arteries screaming in agony as they clogged. It was great!

It was then that I also discovered Kitty can eat Nutella. She's also eaten pecans without dying and she's a big fan of pistachios. Case in point? I secretly think she's not allergic to nuts. Maybe that one time she had peanuts, she actually had a stomach flu and they thought she was allergic. That would be AWESOME because I am craving peanut butter so badly. It's scary. All day long, I dream of peanut butter. My love. My life.

So remember kids, don't skydive naked and never play leapfrog with unicorns.

Countdown~

In exactly 2 weeks, I will be back in Toronto!! I'm ridiculously excited because I get to see all your beautiful faces! (Ve, you better come back to T.O! or I should trek to Ottawa... nah you come back to T.O!)

And yeah, this blog is DYING here... I'm trying to write something here each week even though I hate writing. Come on guys! You can do better than that!

So I'm loving the weather right now... it's perfect; not too hot, not too cold. And it's sunny too, which means that it's going to rain soon. If it rains, it's going to get so stuffy in my room cause the windows are permanently open since it's ridiculously hot already, and we would need to close it. We need the fan/AC/cold air going too since the window stoppers (it prevent us from jumping out the windows when we are pulling our hair out) doesn't make the window go up very high LOL Buggies shouldn't come in since we are on the 14th floor...

I should really go make dinner/shower since I just finished exercising approximately an hour ago, but the web is just too amazing.

How upsetting

What has happened to us? I stopped checking the blog for five days and do I have any posts to catch up on? Nope. Work with me, people! I know we're all busy, but who can't spare 15 minutes to let your old HTS pals know you haven't completely thrown their friendship into a blender and pressed liquefy. Dust off those keyboards! Warm up those fingers!

SHARE THE LOVE!

So in the spirit of practicing what I preach, I will tell you what's going down in Ottawa in these last 10 minutes before I have to head off to class.

The Rideau Canal was officially declared unsafe for skating or any other winter activities last week. It's about time too. I don't know who would be trying to skate on that canal while there are ducks already swimming in it. Crazy winter athletes.

Res formal is coming up on Mar. 26. It's a Vegas theme. Black jack, bar, poker, bar, dancing showgirls, bar, magicians, bar, prizes, bar, limo buses and what else? Oh yes, that's right. A bar. That seems to be the major selling point. I have yet to get tickets. I should get on that soon.

Also on the weekend of res formal, Carleton will be featuring a special guest. For the first time since her beloved best friend in the whole wide world moved to the dull, dull city of Ottawa, she will be gracing us all with her presence. Give it up for... Emily Tam! True story, ladies and gents and all those in between! Em is coming to visit and it's going to be awesome!

In the mean time, I am getting pumped for something else - GOING HOME! In exactly one week, I will be packing my bags and jetting back to Toronto. Special occasion? My mom is coming home from Hong Kong! We have such catching up to do. Oh the havoc we will wreak, the fun we will have, the sushi we will devour and the Gene Kelly we will admire. It's just going to be the best weekend ever, no big deal.

So there we go. My life and all it's wonder and glory in eight minutes. PLUS I pack as much detail as I possibly can when I write. Meaning? You should all be able to keep ME updated on what's happening in your lives in significantly less time.

Keep me posted, or else! Cue ominous music while zooming in on my livid face with intimidating hand gesture.

laundry.

Hello! I decided that I should write something here since I havent in ages. How is everyone doing? It is the third last week of my second quarter here, and I realized that I hate having to do laundry.  I just put my clothes into the washing machine and now I am here writing this. I always have to plan things around my laundry. Its really quite annoying. It does not take enough time for me to accomplish anything while waiting for laundry and it isnt quite short enough for me to do nothing in between. So I cant watch lets say, a full episode of Fringe or Big Bang Theory. No, I need to stop like five minutes away from the end to go put my clothes into the dryer. And after I also have to fold my clothes into miniature sizes so that it will fit in my miniature drawers. Oh wellss. You gotta do what you gotta do right?

K thats all for now. I have a whole pile of work to do that I really should be doing instead of doing my laundry and writing this but that I am not doing because I dont want to. Hopefully I will get to see you all in a couple of weeks when I am on my Spring break!

And breathe out

You see what happens when I don't post enormous, lengthy blogs day in and day out? Everything just goes downhill. There were 16 posts last month and nine of them were from me! (You're welcome.) Let's pick up the pace, people! Get onto those laptops, abandon your mountains of schoolwork, and release your life's shortcomings into the blogosphere! (Nice use of the word "blogosphere," eh?)

I see I'm going to have to get this ball rolling myself. Let's see what's going on for V. Tang today. It is a b-e-a-utiful Friday (Thank you, Jim Carrey.) and I plan to laze around and accomplish very little. Why? Because I have NO CLASSES today! Zero, zip, zilch, nada, diddly squat, glokkenschpiel. I may have made up that last one. The word came to me in a dream and now I'm not sure if I actually came up with that all on my own or it's some German-manufactured AK-47 or a rifle or something of that nature.

Before you all hop onto trains, planes, and automobiles to storm my residence in Ottawa in protest of this unjust imbalance of schoolwork and leisure time, I beseech you to lay down your stones and pitchforks to hear me out. I have slaved away for ions on assignment after assignment, including but not limited to:

• writing horrible papers on Tommy Douglas Who knew there was more to him than Medicare?
• explaining why Nellie Bly was such a freak. The lady married her 70-year-old husband when she was 30 on the same day that she met him! And when she was 50, she starts cozying up to a 24-year-old boxer. And I mean boxer as in elevated ring, jeering crowds, padded red oven mitts, and men trying to knock each other unconscious in silk boxers. Hey, maybe that's where they got the name! Point being: Bly has a couple of screws loose. They couldn't find a better model female journalist, could they?
• listening to my French professor drone on and on about the importance of le subjonctif. To be fair, I did learn something that I plan to use over and over again: Tu me rends folle (fou if you're a guy)! Translation: You're making my crazy!
• filling out those infuriating Scantron bubbles They expect you to remember the name of every lump and wrinkle in your brain but they don't think you can remember how to fill in a bubble.
• finding the nonexistent journalistic importance of a guy who thinks the CPR is the root of Canadian culture
• reading up on the extremely boring new budget now that Parliament is once again in session Do you know how many clauses are in that 23-page document! Paraphrase, people! Everything could have been just as clear if they said: cut spending.

I think I deserve a break before my eyeballs shoot out of their sockets, a most unpleasant experience for everyone. I think I'm going to sit around and read a little P.G. Wodehouse or some Agatha Christie, grab a coffee, take a nap, and generally flaunt my lack of productivity in front of those who are trying to finish assignments that were due yesterday.

You may now pick up your stones and pitchforks.

miss you guys!

Hey

Just wanted to say:: as much as we drive each other crazy sometimes, I miss seeing you guys everyday!! :(

Just had one of those I-miss-HTS-(People)-days.

Hope to see you guys sooon!!!