Sunday, October 15, 2006

I Can Read Maps!!!

A lot of you reading this, at least have an idea of the infamous 'Cabin Leader Hunt' story. It has been proof for many that I don't know my directions. Most would argue I couldn't find my way out of a paper bag. I answer that with wondering how would someone fit me in a paper bag? Anyway, I'm not hear to discuss really large bags, especially paper bags because they make me think about lunch thus I get hungry. I am here to inform everyone that I played the role of a navigator on a special Thanksgiving weekend canoe trip with the lovely Emily Ho. I won't bother telling you why I ended figuring out the not very detailed map while Em played the role of sternwomen. Instead, I will point that I am back in Brantford. I will also note that Emily and myself arrived home fairly close to the time we told everyone we would. Which would make it fairly obvious, I did not get us lost. Thus the stigma of me being directionally deficient finally gets vanquished!!! Well, it would be in a perfect world but I realize none of you would allow the label of 'lost boy' totally be removed. Why? Because it is fun to pick on Chris. Admit it. I'm the whipping boy. Despite that fact, I now have proof you are all wrong and I can find my way. Take that!

I'm close to mid term time. Which is about as exciting to me as the potential of sticking a needle in my eye. For the record, I hate things in my eye. Though damage to my eye may force me to wear an eye patch which would take me one step closer to being a pirate. ARGH! So, maybe I like the idea of a needle a little more than the mid terms. I really don't like tests not that I have any reason to hate them. I usually do really well on them, as long as I'm not writing love poems instead of actually doing the test (Tim may be the only one to get the reference and I don't even know if he still reads this). I just prefer writing a paper over having to cram 6 weeks of material into 2 hours. It's more the problem of me being so verbose and finding myself trying to squish that last bit of info with 2.5 seconds left in the time. Despite my dislike for exams, I still am really liking being back in school. Most days it's pretty fun with only a few classes that have my looking for that needle.

I don't know who still reads this but I just want make it clear I miss you guys. The wedding seems so long ago now and I'm about ready for another big get together. I was thinking about doing a shout out to everyone except I am always afraid leaving someone out. I'll just say Medeba(couting all who I've met there) people, I think every single one of you are awesome and I hope to find a chance to meet up again. Slum House(plus adopted) boys, I really miss you guys because I haven't seen most of you since the summer. To all the other amazing folks that have touched my life, I'm sorry this is so impersonal but please know, if you have inkling I would probably give you 'shout out' then know that I am. It is you people that have made me the person I am today. Hopefully you aren't thinking, 'Oh crap, it's MY fault!'

Alright, I get to write a paper on ethnicity now. I know, not as thrilling as He-Man!

Thursday, October 05, 2006

I Have No Shaving Cream

That's a fact. I'm getting myself a very scruffy face going here. Speaking of Scruffy, my dog looks absolutely beautiful at the moment. She got her haircut the other day and there must be someone new because this is the best she has ever looked. I was really impressed. My dog likes to squirm and especially when anything gets near her face, I'm quite impressed she has had the hair shave all around her eye. It's rather nice being able to see her face rather than a ball of fluff. She has a pretty red bow which just makes her that much more darling. Unfortunately, I don't look as nice and I don't think a red bow would help.

I'm a month into school now. It's been feeling pretty crazy recently. Lots of school work while trying to balance working at the Doctor's office. No, I don't have a secret Ph.D or anything. My job at the office is a lot less exciting than sticking popsicle sticks under people's tongues or jabbing them with needles. It allows me to have money which allows me to buy books for school which allows me to do well in my course which allows me to brag. You know how much I need to brag. Thus the job's important.

Haven't blogged in about a month. I really planned on correcting that but seemed to have failed. At least I have 6 courses to put the blame on.

OH! Emily bought me a bike so that I can save money on transportation. Isn't she the sweetest lady in the universe. The answer is yes. Though if your question is if I've proposed yet, the answer is the same as it was the last I was being harassed.

My September is sort of a blur. Can't really remember too much of significance. All that is in my head is scanning medical reports and lots of lectures. Luckily, I do enjoy my most of my courses, though a few would fall under the category of 'Z'. As in it's the course I tend to make a lot of ZZZZZZZZZZZ noises. Actually, I haven't slept in any of my courses which is good because I hear my snoring would made a elephant seem discreet.

Everybody have themselves a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend (if your Canadian) and do Americans still celebrate Columbus Day?