There have been lots of philosophical posts going on, and they’re usually Dina’s / Dawn’s forte, but I’ve had a lot on my mind lately, so I thought I’d give it a go. :P
As you know, I went to go see Andre in Toronto this weekend. It was fabulous :P We watched BOTH Camp Rock movies (I’m telling you, this boy’s a keeper :P ) and he cooked me dinner and helped me with my chemistry homework, among other activities ;).
As I was driving home, both in an excellent mood after spending time with my boyfriend and in a sad mood for having to say good bye to him for now, I was listening to the radio, and I realized I really liked a song that had just come on. “I Hope This Gets To You” by the Daylights. I made a mental note to (illegally :p) download it when I got home. It was at that point I realized that I never used to listen to that genre of music before. Kind of like an Indie/Rock sort of thing. It got me thinking about other artists that I now enjoy, Neon Trees, Rock Mafia, Mumford and Sons, etc. Now these groups are all relatively new as well, but they’re not exactly something I would have listened to in high school (ummm, Jonas Brothers?).
So then I started thinking, what else is different about me? Well for one thing, my taste in food has gotten drastically more varied. :P I still can’t stand mushrooms/tomatoes, but I have developed a fondness for peppers and onions, something you couldn’t pay me to even touch just a couple years ago. And I’ve decided that I really enjoy cooking too (and I’m not all that bad at it).
So what brought on all these changes? I like to think its come down to the new environment of University. Even my personality has changed. In high school, I was generally pretty shy, and not all that outspoken (unless, of course, I was just with you fabulous ladies). But now I find myself talking to people, and making new friends, and not being nearly as self-conscious as I was before.
University gave me a chance to be someone new. Someone that no one could judge me for, because nobody knows me (with the exception of a few people). But I found that I was brave enough to be someone new, because I kept telling myself that there are so many people here, chances are you won’t see them very often, if not ever again. So even if I do end up making a fool of myself (intentional embarrassment is unlikely, I’m still a self-conscious person :P ), I can just avoid that person for the rest of my university career here. Thankfully, that hasn’t happened. Yet. :P
All these mental changes, I think, have brought about a physical change in me. I’m more confidant, and I like to think that other people can sense that confidence, and it makes me more approachable. I like this new me, and I’m excited as to where it will take me. I’ve already snagged the most awesome boyfriend in the world (did I mention we watched BOTH camp rock movies together? Yep. He’s awesome :P ), so what else could be coming for me?
I don’t know, but I do know that although I am growing and changing and maturing as a person, I am still holding on to those things that are dear to me.
I have my family, who love and support me, no matter what, and spoil me when I really shouldn’t be. :P
I have you wonderful ladies, of course. ☺ You’re always there when I need someone to “squee” to, or bitch and complain to, or if I need some cheering up ☺
And of course, I’ll always have the Jonas Brothers. ☺ As a reminder of the things that I may have grown out of, but will always be a part of me, and I will always think are incredibly hot and will always squee over their awesome, albeit corny music/movies (no matter how much you guys complain about it)
And now I also have Andre (I apologize for this little bit of corniness you’re about to get). Even though I’ve only known him for a short period of time, I feel like he’s already such a significant part of my life. He’s kind of what was the beginning of this “New Me”. We met just as I was starting to figure out this new life I’m living, and he knows me as who I am, not who I was (although I still think that person was pretty awesome ;) ). He never knew me before university, and he clearly likes me for who I am. This tells me that I must be doing something right, and I’m so lucky to I have Andre to hold on to and to support me, and to tell me that I’m beautiful and tease me when I’m in a goofy mood. :P
So even though I have a new taste in music and food, and a new personality and boyfriend to keep me grounded, I’m still the same old me that you know and love ☺ Just a new and improved version of me ☺
I love you all, very very much ☺
Michele <3
PS,
That phrase “new and improved” drives me crazy. I mean, I feel like something can either be brand new, OR it’s improved. It can’t be both!!! :P
But maybe that’s just me…. :P
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
The day in music, text and words
[This post has been rated R for the use of foul language.]
Hello again ladies,
It hasn’t been that long, I know. It is my hope that I will have time everyday that I have the pants to tell you what’s happening in my life. I really do want to document their time with me rather well and the next week promises to be interesting for me to do that. I’ll keep you posted. ;)
Today I told my roommates that I’m moving out on this coming Friday and this announcement was met with the response:
“Oh good.”
Really? Seriously? You’re kidding, right? How can you possibly say that to someone? Is it too difficult to pretend to be at least a little concerned? To pretend for the smallest instant that you would miss me? Apparently so.
A few people have asked me over the course of my housing search process whether I was excited about moving and about the place I’m going to be living. So far I’ve said that I’ve been just trying to take one thing at a time and worry about the little things I have to get done every day. Now, you ask? I can’t copulating wait. Only five more days until I’m out of here.
(I find it really amusing that my Microsoft Word purposed that it would be more appropriate for me to use the word “copulate” instead of “copulating” in the last paragraph.)
I’ve been keeping in touch via my phone a lot more these days then before and I blame it on having a Blackberry. Blame is a strange word to use here considering I do love how much more we all exchange little messages with each other during the day but it also causes me to become one of “those people” who are very attached to their phones. I don’t walk and text, I don’t do the Smartphone shuffle, but I’m still texting a lot more than was, in my previous opinion, absolutely necessary.
All of the rest about my phone aside I wanted to relay a message that my dad sent me after I told him I had writer’s block:
“Take Lyra out for a boot and redline it a couple of times. Blow the doors off the world and your brain.”
That’s some advice I think I should take to heart more often. It’s a bit related to our earlier blog discussion about what the nature of the world really is and what that means. Regardless of what you think makes the world what it is or life worth living there’s one thing in common—that the world has a great potential for beauty and life is something to be treasured and lived to its fullest, as often as possible. Blowing the doors off the world sounds like a great idea. I’m going to work on doing just that, one small piece at a time.
I’ve been listening to the newest album from my favourite band, Linkin Park, to try and exercise some of my less than settled feelings about my housing situation. There are a few lines that I caught while listening to the album that I felt really applied:
I’m holding on to what I haven’t got. (From Waiting For The End)
When they come for me I’ll be gone. (From When They Come For Me)
This melody will bring you right back home. (From The Messenger)
I’m losing what I don’t deserve. (From Burning In The Skies)
Lift me up. Let me go. (From The Catalyst)
Remember all the sadness and frustration and let it go. (From Iridescent (recommended for those with more sensitive ears who are still interested))
I find something about their music so liberating. I know that you ladies prefer something a bit softer most of the time but their music has been with me through so many things. Interestingly enough, it’s mellowed out a fair bit over the years just as I have. My favourite song from their new album, A Thousand Suns, is called Blackout and it’s a mesh between the old and new styles. It could be a possible rival for my actual favourite song. I’m not sure if it’s at that level yet but I definitely love it. If you don't want to click on the title to hear it because you fear for your ears (it's not that bad, I promise, the end is downright melodic) then click here for the lyrics.
As always ladies, much love!
Dina
Hello again ladies,
It hasn’t been that long, I know. It is my hope that I will have time everyday that I have the pants to tell you what’s happening in my life. I really do want to document their time with me rather well and the next week promises to be interesting for me to do that. I’ll keep you posted. ;)
Today I told my roommates that I’m moving out on this coming Friday and this announcement was met with the response:
“Oh good.”
Really? Seriously? You’re kidding, right? How can you possibly say that to someone? Is it too difficult to pretend to be at least a little concerned? To pretend for the smallest instant that you would miss me? Apparently so.
A few people have asked me over the course of my housing search process whether I was excited about moving and about the place I’m going to be living. So far I’ve said that I’ve been just trying to take one thing at a time and worry about the little things I have to get done every day. Now, you ask? I can’t copulating wait. Only five more days until I’m out of here.
(I find it really amusing that my Microsoft Word purposed that it would be more appropriate for me to use the word “copulate” instead of “copulating” in the last paragraph.)
I’ve been keeping in touch via my phone a lot more these days then before and I blame it on having a Blackberry. Blame is a strange word to use here considering I do love how much more we all exchange little messages with each other during the day but it also causes me to become one of “those people” who are very attached to their phones. I don’t walk and text, I don’t do the Smartphone shuffle, but I’m still texting a lot more than was, in my previous opinion, absolutely necessary.
All of the rest about my phone aside I wanted to relay a message that my dad sent me after I told him I had writer’s block:
“Take Lyra out for a boot and redline it a couple of times. Blow the doors off the world and your brain.”
That’s some advice I think I should take to heart more often. It’s a bit related to our earlier blog discussion about what the nature of the world really is and what that means. Regardless of what you think makes the world what it is or life worth living there’s one thing in common—that the world has a great potential for beauty and life is something to be treasured and lived to its fullest, as often as possible. Blowing the doors off the world sounds like a great idea. I’m going to work on doing just that, one small piece at a time.
I’ve been listening to the newest album from my favourite band, Linkin Park, to try and exercise some of my less than settled feelings about my housing situation. There are a few lines that I caught while listening to the album that I felt really applied:
I’m holding on to what I haven’t got. (From Waiting For The End)
When they come for me I’ll be gone. (From When They Come For Me)
This melody will bring you right back home. (From The Messenger)
I’m losing what I don’t deserve. (From Burning In The Skies)
Lift me up. Let me go. (From The Catalyst)
Remember all the sadness and frustration and let it go. (From Iridescent (recommended for those with more sensitive ears who are still interested))
I find something about their music so liberating. I know that you ladies prefer something a bit softer most of the time but their music has been with me through so many things. Interestingly enough, it’s mellowed out a fair bit over the years just as I have. My favourite song from their new album, A Thousand Suns, is called Blackout and it’s a mesh between the old and new styles. It could be a possible rival for my actual favourite song. I’m not sure if it’s at that level yet but I definitely love it. If you don't want to click on the title to hear it because you fear for your ears (it's not that bad, I promise, the end is downright melodic) then click here for the lyrics.
As always ladies, much love!
Dina
Re: Eternal Return
(This is an overly long reply to Dawn’s post Eternal Return.)
I want to present a different view of the ocean and the stars.
Is it lonely to think of the stars only as far away fire balls in a black expanse?
Personally the lonely feeling I've sometimes had while looking at the stars comes not from the replacement of imagination with science but with the thought of distance. Something so distant leaves so little time for connection of any kind. If light can't get from here to there in 200 million years than what hope do we have of understanding what it is like to be so far away? If there were something there how could we possibly hope for a connection when the time for interaction is so vast? It also bring to mind how fast time passes here. Moments pass in just that, moments, with no hope of stretching them beyond their given time, a mere instant in the life of a star. That is the loneliness I feel when I look at the night sky.
As for the Earth being more than atoms... Well, this is going to be a bit difficult to explain so bear with me.
I don't really identify with the classic religious belief that there are two parts to the world, spiritual and physical. For me the two are integrated, one and the same at different times and perceptions. The thing that's so crucial about this for me actually has to do with what we know about atoms.
By now it is apparent that atoms are not the smallest pieces of the puzzle. High school science will tell you that they're made up of protons, neutrons and electrons but physics delves much deeper than this. There are many subatomic particles that make up these pieces of atoms and even that exist of their own but what even more is fascinating is what even these are made of.
Energy.
Again, back in high school chemistry we learned the laws of conservation of mass and conservation of energy but one of these is merely an oversimplification of the other. There is no conservation of matter (or mass) only the conservation of energy. Experiments with extremely sensitive measuring equipment detect a loss of mass during a reaction that gives off heat and a gain of mass when there is an intake of heat.
Energy from mass and mass from energy. They are the same thing; transitory elements of one another. That Earth made of atoms and that “something more”, the extra energy and meaning, are one and the same and they constantly interact.
~*~*~
I hope you don't think I've overstepped my bounds and I will say right away that this is directly my opinion and only for your consideration, no matter how strongly worded it was during its delivery.
Much love,
Dina
I want to present a different view of the ocean and the stars.
Is it lonely to think of the stars only as far away fire balls in a black expanse?
Personally the lonely feeling I've sometimes had while looking at the stars comes not from the replacement of imagination with science but with the thought of distance. Something so distant leaves so little time for connection of any kind. If light can't get from here to there in 200 million years than what hope do we have of understanding what it is like to be so far away? If there were something there how could we possibly hope for a connection when the time for interaction is so vast? It also bring to mind how fast time passes here. Moments pass in just that, moments, with no hope of stretching them beyond their given time, a mere instant in the life of a star. That is the loneliness I feel when I look at the night sky.
As for the Earth being more than atoms... Well, this is going to be a bit difficult to explain so bear with me.
I don't really identify with the classic religious belief that there are two parts to the world, spiritual and physical. For me the two are integrated, one and the same at different times and perceptions. The thing that's so crucial about this for me actually has to do with what we know about atoms.
By now it is apparent that atoms are not the smallest pieces of the puzzle. High school science will tell you that they're made up of protons, neutrons and electrons but physics delves much deeper than this. There are many subatomic particles that make up these pieces of atoms and even that exist of their own but what even more is fascinating is what even these are made of.
Energy.
Again, back in high school chemistry we learned the laws of conservation of mass and conservation of energy but one of these is merely an oversimplification of the other. There is no conservation of matter (or mass) only the conservation of energy. Experiments with extremely sensitive measuring equipment detect a loss of mass during a reaction that gives off heat and a gain of mass when there is an intake of heat.
Energy from mass and mass from energy. They are the same thing; transitory elements of one another. That Earth made of atoms and that “something more”, the extra energy and meaning, are one and the same and they constantly interact.
~*~*~
I hope you don't think I've overstepped my bounds and I will say right away that this is directly my opinion and only for your consideration, no matter how strongly worded it was during its delivery.
Much love,
Dina
100!
Happy 100th Ladies! In honour of the occasion I bring you - Blog stats!
Trouser Trek started on Oct. 3. 2010 and has been active for 119 days - Just 4 days short of 4 months.
Total posts - 100!
Month with the most posts - November, with 33!
Not including this post the break down of posts is as follows:
Valerie accounts for almost 1/3 of all posts with 32.
Dina is responsible for approx 30% with 28 posts.
Dawn has posted 24 times which is 24% of all posts.
Michele has posted 15 times accounting for 15% of posts.
Total Page views - 4,709
Month with the most page views - November, with 1,600
Post with the most page views - Yesterday discussed today by Dina, sitting at 70.
Posts with the most comments belong to:
Dina with 26 on Yesterday Discussed Today
Michele with 20 on SQUEE
Dawn with 13 on Folding Pants
A slightly skewed look at what we post about (based on labels - slightly skewed because not all posts are labelled)
25 posts are labelled with "pants"
14 are labelled with "friends"
The labels "food", "psychology", and "roomates" have each been used 6 times.
Congrats ladies! Think we can reach 200 by May??
Trouser Trek started on Oct. 3. 2010 and has been active for 119 days - Just 4 days short of 4 months.
Total posts - 100!
Month with the most posts - November, with 33!
Not including this post the break down of posts is as follows:
Valerie accounts for almost 1/3 of all posts with 32.
Dina is responsible for approx 30% with 28 posts.
Dawn has posted 24 times which is 24% of all posts.
Michele has posted 15 times accounting for 15% of posts.
Total Page views - 4,709
Month with the most page views - November, with 1,600
Post with the most page views - Yesterday discussed today by Dina, sitting at 70.
Posts with the most comments belong to:
Dina with 26 on Yesterday Discussed Today
Michele with 20 on SQUEE
Dawn with 13 on Folding Pants
A slightly skewed look at what we post about (based on labels - slightly skewed because not all posts are labelled)
25 posts are labelled with "pants"
14 are labelled with "friends"
The labels "food", "psychology", and "roomates" have each been used 6 times.
Congrats ladies! Think we can reach 200 by May??
Eternal Return
Dear ladies, you may recognize the title of this post as a main theme from the book The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera, which we (or at least two of us) read in Grade 12 English.
Now Valerie before you start moaning and groaning about how weird of a book that was and you didn't understand it, please just hear me out.
I chose this title because I would like to return to another topic discussed with reference to the same book.
This is the debate of the mind vs. the body. Or if you like, the spiritual and the physical. And also the purpose/meaning of life.
See the funny thing about taking English is that themes keep popping up, as this one did in my English class recently.
We were reading the poems Sunday Morning and The Idea of Order at Key West by Wallace Stevens.
Let’s begin with Key West, without going into too much detail it is basically about a man who hears a young woman singing to the ocean and he contemplates what makes life beautiful. The ocean after all is just a whole lot of water, but as the woman sang he saw it appear to change into a living thing which could communicate with humanity.
In Sunday Morning a young woman contemplates the meaning of her life, whether she needs the promise of a paradise or whether earth is enough for her. See, she likes the idea of beauty but can’t help but think that a never changing, always perfect paradise would be far less than what she has on earth.
The class of course got into a very enthusiastic discussion, points of which I wish to share with you.
What makes a thing beautiful or artistic or meaningful? These are ideas thrust upon the world by humanity, but they are ideas that we need. Without these ideas the world would be a stark place. Though we know it’s true, isn’t it kind of lonely to think of the stars as only far away fire balls in a bleak expanse? To think of the ocean only as a body of water? Now I don’t know about you, but I personally find the stars to be rather comforting, the ocean to be beautiful, and the world to have something more to it than only atoms.
Let us imagine something we like. Strawberries, for example. Juicy, sweet, sun ripened – for many the taste of summer. Now imagine in an ever perfect paradise having fresh strawberries ready for the picking all the time. 24/7, every single day of every single year. Now, delicious as they are – I might get sick of them. Or they would lose some of their significance, wouldn’t be as special.
It’s not often that the four of us are together, which makes the times we do spend together even better.
Perspective adds another layer to beauty. Without the threat of mortality, strawberries having but one short beautiful season a year, we have little reason to cherish the things we have.
I’m really not being morbid and thinking about death, I’m thinking about time passing, and lives changing, and seizing the day because you never know what tomorrow will bring. Life is a quest.
There are so many quotations I could end off with:
“Memento Mori” is rather bleak, “Carpe Diem” is overdone. Even “No day but today” doesn’t really get my point across.
The quotation I’d like to leave you with is one of exploration and thought from Andre Gide.
“Believe those who are seeking the truth. Doubt those who find it.”
Until next time,
Dawn :)
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Saturday is for noms
Hello ladies on the internetz!
Today has been a very unsuccessful but satisfying day. Why you ask? I’ll tell you why.
This morning I woke up at 9:00am on the dot which is impressive in itself but also rather impressive because it constitutes sleeping in for me. I’ve been racking up a sleep debt this past week and I do believe I paid it off last night. It feels good.
After I woke up I proceeded not to get up but rather to pull out my laptop from under my bed and check my usual internet haunts. There are five websites that I check almost every time I have internet access. Can you guess what they are?
*hint* Two are for fanfiction, two are for social things and one is for general entertainment.
Somehow I managed to flicker between each of these sites for much longer than intended and by the time I looked at my clock it was 12:00.
OH NOES! Sushi date with friends at 1:00 at a place I’ve never been but I figure is about 20 minutes away and I’m not even out of my pyjamas yet?!?
I launched myself out of my bed and into your pants and proceeded to rush through all the usual morning things. Face washed, teeth brushed, buttons appropriately positioned, deodorant, socks, it was all done in 35 minutes. (Most of that could have been done faster but I have this habit of getting really confused over outfits when I first get out of bed so I spent at least five minutes going “Short sleeves and sweater or just long sleeves? Short? Long? Short? Long? Short… nah, long! No short! Sleeves?”)
I got upstairs only to find that it had snowed a lot last night and I had to shovel the driveway. This meant more time not driving and a lot of time asking “What is the point of wearing a black coat if all I’m going to do is rub it against the snow on my car and turn it white? I do not know!”
After all of that I got in my car and managed to make it about 10 minutes late which is apparently only a minute after the others got to the restaurant so that worked out well. Two of the people I knew from Tuesday movies (Darren and Chris, haha) and the other person, a pretty cute guy named Braiden, who was Chris’s friend. Braiden and I know next to nothing about sushi so Darren and Chris had an in depth discussion on what we should order and how much and if whatever it was had been particularly good somewhere.
I don’t know how many times you ladies have been out for sushi with “starving students” or three growing university boys but they definitely ordered a lot of food. The first six plates of food I really enjoyed. All of the stuff they got was really tasty and I loved it (no Ottawa Maki sadly but I think that’s a particular hometown delicacy :P). By the time the last plate rolled around though… I was full. Super full. I think I managed three pieces off of that plate but I really have no idea how. I haven’t eaten a single thing since and I’m not even the slightest bit hungry. This university trend of eating sushi is starting to make a lot of sense to me and I just might have to spend more time picking it up.
There’s something else that comes with eating that much food though—super tiredness. I managed to keep my eyes long enough to drive home but then my stomach promptly demanded all but absolutely necessary blood flow and I settled down for a nap. Homework? What’s that?
As my body concentrated on dissolving my food my brain started contemplating an interesting situation that happened at lunch today.
When I go to Tuesday movies at the queer centre on campus the office is labelled a safe space and we don’t usually talk about anything that is too personal or might upset anyone. They have other events there where they do talk about more serious queer issues and such but Tuesday movies are generally just a bunch of fun. As a consequence sexual orientation has never been discussed and most of the time I get the impression they assume I’m a lesbian. It’s never really occurred to me what that might mean until now.
You might have noticed my description of Braiden as cute when I introduced him. I have no idea what his relationship is with Chris is or what his orientation is but I couldn’t help thinking about how Michele and the boy got together. What if, after we’d parted ways, he’d asked about me and been told “Sorry man, I don’t think she swings that way”?
Having a more ambiguous sexuality I’ve always found it rather relieving not having to explain it (especially because any kind of flexible orientation seems to be met with snarls in the queer or straight community unless it's a joke) but I wonder now if it might cause me to miss out on some things.
Just some thoughts…
I hope you ladies had a much more productive Saturday than I did even if your lunch wasn’t nearly as delicious. :P
Much love,
Dina
Today has been a very unsuccessful but satisfying day. Why you ask? I’ll tell you why.
This morning I woke up at 9:00am on the dot which is impressive in itself but also rather impressive because it constitutes sleeping in for me. I’ve been racking up a sleep debt this past week and I do believe I paid it off last night. It feels good.
After I woke up I proceeded not to get up but rather to pull out my laptop from under my bed and check my usual internet haunts. There are five websites that I check almost every time I have internet access. Can you guess what they are?
*hint* Two are for fanfiction, two are for social things and one is for general entertainment.
Somehow I managed to flicker between each of these sites for much longer than intended and by the time I looked at my clock it was 12:00.
OH NOES! Sushi date with friends at 1:00 at a place I’ve never been but I figure is about 20 minutes away and I’m not even out of my pyjamas yet?!?
I launched myself out of my bed and into your pants and proceeded to rush through all the usual morning things. Face washed, teeth brushed, buttons appropriately positioned, deodorant, socks, it was all done in 35 minutes. (Most of that could have been done faster but I have this habit of getting really confused over outfits when I first get out of bed so I spent at least five minutes going “Short sleeves and sweater or just long sleeves? Short? Long? Short? Long? Short… nah, long! No short! Sleeves?”)
I got upstairs only to find that it had snowed a lot last night and I had to shovel the driveway. This meant more time not driving and a lot of time asking “What is the point of wearing a black coat if all I’m going to do is rub it against the snow on my car and turn it white? I do not know!”
After all of that I got in my car and managed to make it about 10 minutes late which is apparently only a minute after the others got to the restaurant so that worked out well. Two of the people I knew from Tuesday movies (Darren and Chris, haha) and the other person, a pretty cute guy named Braiden, who was Chris’s friend. Braiden and I know next to nothing about sushi so Darren and Chris had an in depth discussion on what we should order and how much and if whatever it was had been particularly good somewhere.
I don’t know how many times you ladies have been out for sushi with “starving students” or three growing university boys but they definitely ordered a lot of food. The first six plates of food I really enjoyed. All of the stuff they got was really tasty and I loved it (no Ottawa Maki sadly but I think that’s a particular hometown delicacy :P). By the time the last plate rolled around though… I was full. Super full. I think I managed three pieces off of that plate but I really have no idea how. I haven’t eaten a single thing since and I’m not even the slightest bit hungry. This university trend of eating sushi is starting to make a lot of sense to me and I just might have to spend more time picking it up.
There’s something else that comes with eating that much food though—super tiredness. I managed to keep my eyes long enough to drive home but then my stomach promptly demanded all but absolutely necessary blood flow and I settled down for a nap. Homework? What’s that?
As my body concentrated on dissolving my food my brain started contemplating an interesting situation that happened at lunch today.
When I go to Tuesday movies at the queer centre on campus the office is labelled a safe space and we don’t usually talk about anything that is too personal or might upset anyone. They have other events there where they do talk about more serious queer issues and such but Tuesday movies are generally just a bunch of fun. As a consequence sexual orientation has never been discussed and most of the time I get the impression they assume I’m a lesbian. It’s never really occurred to me what that might mean until now.
You might have noticed my description of Braiden as cute when I introduced him. I have no idea what his relationship is with Chris is or what his orientation is but I couldn’t help thinking about how Michele and the boy got together. What if, after we’d parted ways, he’d asked about me and been told “Sorry man, I don’t think she swings that way”?
Having a more ambiguous sexuality I’ve always found it rather relieving not having to explain it (especially because any kind of flexible orientation seems to be met with snarls in the queer or straight community unless it's a joke) but I wonder now if it might cause me to miss out on some things.
Just some thoughts…
I hope you ladies had a much more productive Saturday than I did even if your lunch wasn’t nearly as delicious. :P
Much love,
Dina
Friday, January 28, 2011
Episode VI: Return of the Pants
Ladies!
I got your pants today!
(You already knew that…)
I walked into the house and there they were, wrapped in glorious bubble wrap, on top of my previously abandoned biochemistry textbook. I promptly managed a squee of delight (how, I’m not sure considering how many other times I’ve squeed today) and proceeded to try and open the postage bubble wrap envelope with my bare hands. Have any of you ladies tried the same thing? Dawn? It was sooo much more difficult than I thought it was going to be but I was determined and eventually (a slightly embarrassing eventually) I got the envelope open and saw with my very own eyes…
PANTS!
The theme of this entire day seem to be “SOOOO HAPPY!!!” because that’s how I’ve felt today so much more than any time in the recent past. I have you ladies to thank, as I so often do, for this feeling.
There was something else that came with that package, aside from the photo of Michele wearing the pants with a huge tattoo across her back (when I first saw that my reaction was “OMFG NO WAI!!!” then I realized it was explained in your letter :P).
That other thing I received was the memory of why we started this blog. This month we’ve been lagging and nagging each other for posts but it’s not about having something to read every day (although that is a nice side effect). It’s really about sharing our day, the little things that make it up, and the pieces we add to the entire experience of our lives from those few brief moments, with those whom we care so much about. It shouldn’t be a chore but rather a reward in its own right. I’d forgotten that in the last few weeks but now I’m going to do my best to bring it all back.
I was listening to As Long As You’re Mine while typing that last and I really love the lines:
“Come be who you want to and see how bright we shine.”
I hope I can live up to at least part of that lyric.
I would like to congratulate VT on their ability to skip ahead seven years and enjoy the present. I hope there are many more stories to come, even if you choose not to share all of them with us. I said it to you earlier Valerie but hear it again now: I’m happy that you’re happy. It’s that simple. *many smiles*
Talk to you ladies in three minutes!
Dina
I got your pants today!
(You already knew that…)
I walked into the house and there they were, wrapped in glorious bubble wrap, on top of my previously abandoned biochemistry textbook. I promptly managed a squee of delight (how, I’m not sure considering how many other times I’ve squeed today) and proceeded to try and open the postage bubble wrap envelope with my bare hands. Have any of you ladies tried the same thing? Dawn? It was sooo much more difficult than I thought it was going to be but I was determined and eventually (a slightly embarrassing eventually) I got the envelope open and saw with my very own eyes…
PANTS!
The theme of this entire day seem to be “SOOOO HAPPY!!!” because that’s how I’ve felt today so much more than any time in the recent past. I have you ladies to thank, as I so often do, for this feeling.
There was something else that came with that package, aside from the photo of Michele wearing the pants with a huge tattoo across her back (when I first saw that my reaction was “OMFG NO WAI!!!” then I realized it was explained in your letter :P).
That other thing I received was the memory of why we started this blog. This month we’ve been lagging and nagging each other for posts but it’s not about having something to read every day (although that is a nice side effect). It’s really about sharing our day, the little things that make it up, and the pieces we add to the entire experience of our lives from those few brief moments, with those whom we care so much about. It shouldn’t be a chore but rather a reward in its own right. I’d forgotten that in the last few weeks but now I’m going to do my best to bring it all back.
I was listening to As Long As You’re Mine while typing that last and I really love the lines:
“Come be who you want to and see how bright we shine.”
I hope I can live up to at least part of that lyric.
I would like to congratulate VT on their ability to skip ahead seven years and enjoy the present. I hope there are many more stories to come, even if you choose not to share all of them with us. I said it to you earlier Valerie but hear it again now: I’m happy that you’re happy. It’s that simple. *many smiles*
Talk to you ladies in three minutes!
Dina
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The business of life
Good evening ladies!
I am currently laying in my bed, a few minutes away from sleep, and a bit more than a week of full of things to do until I can hope for some real rest. My laundry is sitting in the basket at the end of my bed... unfolded.
The world has tilted on its axis.
I hope this nerdy, semi-obsessive compulsive explaination has made it clear how busy I am and will be in the next week.
I may or may not make it to Skype tomorrow but I will try my darndest to be there!
Love you all,
Dina
I am currently laying in my bed, a few minutes away from sleep, and a bit more than a week of full of things to do until I can hope for some real rest. My laundry is sitting in the basket at the end of my bed... unfolded.
The world has tilted on its axis.
I hope this nerdy, semi-obsessive compulsive explaination has made it clear how busy I am and will be in the next week.
I may or may not make it to Skype tomorrow but I will try my darndest to be there!
Love you all,
Dina
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
SHE'S HERE!!!
Thats right, Baby INDIANA has entered the world!!!! :D
It was quite a surprise when i'd woken up at 8:20 to go to the bathroom and the phone rang. I grumbled to myself 'who the hell would be calling this early in the morning?' when i heard my mom say, 'oh hi kevin!'
My first thought: "Fuck. he wants me to work today." :P and i answered and he goes "Nala had her baby."
Cue mind going completely blank, other than "I'll be there soon." :D :D :D
So i threw on a hoodie and sped to the barn, and there she was! :D a perfect little girl, chestnut with a big white blaze and a big sock on her hind leg. :D She was absolutely gorgeous and Nala was being the perfect mother! :) We cooed over her for a bit, then decided we should move them to the end of the barn where it would be quieter for them, buuuuttt.... baby didn't want to go :P so Kevin and Jacqui carried her down to the end of the barn, with Nala and I following behind. :D It was quite the sight, let me tell you :P
I spent some time brushing Nala, and helped the little girl nurse a bit (Baby drinking noises = cutest sound in the wooorrrrlllldddd!!!!!). Then she was tired, so down she went for a nap, and that is where i left them :)
I had told Kate about the name i picked out previously for a boy, Indiana, but everyone there agreed that it would work for a girl as well.
So this is me, announcing the birth of Indiana aka Indi into the world. :D
I love you all
Michele <3 <3
Sunday, January 23, 2011
What's in a name?
The lovely Dina is an avid reader of "Urban Dictionary", and we love hearing the new fun words she sends us.
I was messing around and looking up random words when I had a thought. Let's see what the internet has to say about our screen names. I sorted through a bunch and these were the most fitting that I came up with!
Valerie
She is the most loyal, loving and awesome friend you would ever wanna have. She has your back even when you are wrong. She will give a swift beat down to ANYONE who messes with those she kalls "friend." She is not embarrassed by her friends even if they have special talents...like licking the windows on the short bus...
Dina (Two good ones here)
Dina is a born actress. A mysterious, intelligent, beautiful, exotic, sneaky, women. She lives her life leaving permanent foot prints in every ones heart and mind she meets even the ones she hurts, she gets everything she wants and gets away with everything she does. She has a hypnotizing way with people. You just can't get enough of her mystery and beauty even when you know her sexy devilish ways. she's dangerous yet everyone that she passes falls permanently in love with her.
or
more than the max of creepiness, stalkerness, wierdness and psycho combined. the point where you should be in an insane asylum :P
Michele (again 2 good ones)
a girl who is down to earth and is not afraid to have a little fun. she always tries new things and is always there for her friends. she is very cute and everyone thinks so. and she has a beautiful laugh
or
A girl who does not try yet always gets attention. (.Highly attractive female who could care less)
Dawn
( not many definitions for my name sadly, because it's also a real word... but I like this one! :P )
A female who is intelligent, deliciously sexy, and stunningly gorgeous. One who is able to make men burn with desire.
and I just had to include the very first definition for the word:
FRIENDS
people who are aware of how retarded you are and still manage to be seen in public with you. people who make you laugh till you pee your pants. people who cry for you when one of your special items disappear. when you don't have enough money to get a ice cream, they chip in. knows all of your internet passwords. who would never make you cry just to be mean.
Hope this was amusing and/or enlightening??
love you all!
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Trapped between a Gryffindor and a loud place
Good evening ladies!
As Valerie pets herself with her paws I am left to contemplate how I am ever going to sleep tonight over the racket of Micheal Jackson currently radiating from the lounge across the hall.
I haven't reached any reasonably appropriate plans yet. I also have to say that, as much as I'm dreading the lack of sleep, the tunes are a wee bit catchy...
Valerie dancing around with her lion hat and paws in endlessly amusing. You should create that mental image. It's her true Gryffindor form even if she doesn't show it very often.
Speaking of things that are endlessly amusing, Valerie's mini Toblerones have Triforce symbols on them! Geeky game joke alert! I guess that alert was a little late but it's there anyway so deal with it.
I am happy to report that Valerie and her iPod have now become friends and show every sign of remaining so for the foreseeable future. She's currently sitting on the bed beside me with her iPod in one hand and mine in the other flicking through the touch screen menus of music and giggling to herself. I think they're going to get along fine.
More points for me in predicting relationships.
Now she's telling the iPods that they are friends now and comparing alphabetical lists.
I just tried playing Angry Birds for the first time after having been told my various people that it's absolutely hilarious and amazing and I have to agree that it certainly is all it's cracked up to be... and all that it's cracked up to be is crack. Completely addicting. Ridiculously silly.
I like it. I might have to download it when I get within reach of an accessible WiFi.
This post has no point except to say that I am having an awesome time with Valerie and I think kamikaze birds are funny.
:)
Much love,
Dina
As Valerie pets herself with her paws I am left to contemplate how I am ever going to sleep tonight over the racket of Micheal Jackson currently radiating from the lounge across the hall.
I haven't reached any reasonably appropriate plans yet. I also have to say that, as much as I'm dreading the lack of sleep, the tunes are a wee bit catchy...
Valerie dancing around with her lion hat and paws in endlessly amusing. You should create that mental image. It's her true Gryffindor form even if she doesn't show it very often.
Speaking of things that are endlessly amusing, Valerie's mini Toblerones have Triforce symbols on them! Geeky game joke alert! I guess that alert was a little late but it's there anyway so deal with it.
I am happy to report that Valerie and her iPod have now become friends and show every sign of remaining so for the foreseeable future. She's currently sitting on the bed beside me with her iPod in one hand and mine in the other flicking through the touch screen menus of music and giggling to herself. I think they're going to get along fine.
More points for me in predicting relationships.
Now she's telling the iPods that they are friends now and comparing alphabetical lists.
I just tried playing Angry Birds for the first time after having been told my various people that it's absolutely hilarious and amazing and I have to agree that it certainly is all it's cracked up to be... and all that it's cracked up to be is crack. Completely addicting. Ridiculously silly.
I like it. I might have to download it when I get within reach of an accessible WiFi.
This post has no point except to say that I am having an awesome time with Valerie and I think kamikaze birds are funny.
:)
Much love,
Dina
Friday, January 21, 2011
Longest Post Everrrrrrr
...For me, anyways ;)
Well, I suppose I should be posting about 2 weekends ago, for a number of reasons:
1. I haven’t done so yet, and it was a very significant weekend
2. I haven’t posted in a long time
3. As a result of number 2, you ladies have been breathing down my neck for quite some time (a la Valerie) to post, and my neck is getting very warm. :P
So. My weekend. Well, you already know the biggest new of the weekend. Andre and I did a looot of laundry, and it was glorious. ☺ But in between all the laundry, we did do lots of other stuff.
I arrived Friday night with Brenda after a two day riding clinic with Grand Prix rider, Hyde Moffatt. I’m going to talk about this for one quick second, just because it was fabulous ☺
He had a lot of really great ideas, and yes the majority of it was him talking at us and explaining the theory behind stuff, but he also had a very very excellent concept that I plan on carrying with me throughout the rest of my riding career: Less work = Better results. Seriously, his main point was that as a rider, we should be doing far less work than we had been! ☺ It was amazing! He justified this with telling us about how when he used to be a catch rider, and would ride 30 horses in one day, and do 60 trips around a course! So yeah, less riding would definitely make more sense there! Now if only that concept could be applied to all things in life… ☺
Now, back to Friday night, so Brenda and I went to Oshawa together, with my dad driving us, since he needed the truck during the weekend. However, we were a little late, and ended up missing the train we were intending to catch. Now, Andre was going to meet us in Oshawa ( :D ), but my dad was insisting that we got to the Whitby station instead, to see if we could catch the train there. So Brenda and I had a great time convincing my dad to go to Oshawa instead, without telling him that Andre was there. :P I wasn’t quite ready yet for dad to meet him :P
So we got there eventually and yes, missed the train, so we waited around for a bit till the next train got there. While we were waiting, Brenda made friends with some gangster kid. We think it was the hat she was wearing that attracted him to her ;) lol
We got to TO eventually and Brenda and I looked quite ridiculous riding the subway to Rez. Me, still in my riding breeches and colourful boot socks, topped off with my trusty Birkenstock sandals, and Brenda with her mammoth sized suitcase plus 3 other bags that had god knows what else in them. You would have thought she was gone for months, rather than a few days!
So once we were back at rez, I dropped off my bag in Andres room, then we went for dinner at the pub. Yummy. :P haha, after we went back to rez for a bit to watch the episode of Grey’s Anatomy that I had missed the night before, but due to unforeseen circumstances, I ended up missing the majority of it again. :P but it was a welcome distraction. :P
We were then supposed to go see Tangled, but missed that too. Oops. :P
After a long joyous night, we finally got out of bed around 2pm had a shower, chatted with Brenda for a bit, then fiiiiinnnnallllyyyy had Subway around 4pm. Needless to say, I was staaarrrrrving at this point, after not eating anything but some water for almost 20 hours straight. Yikes. :P
After food, we killed some time at rez again (by * actually * watching Grey’s :P ), then went to go see Tangled. I loooooved it! :P lol, so corny and cute and awesome and Disney-ish (aka, my kind of movie). :P
(*** SIDENOTE: We stiiiillllll need to watch Camp Rock 2 sometime!!!!! :D please? * puppy dog eyes *) lol
On the way back from the movie, we went to Metro (conveniently located right across the street from rez!) and Andre bought some supplies for dinner. He made me a deeeelllllish stir fry with red and green peppers, chicken and topped off with loots of cheese. So. Good. :P
We had another fabulous night together again, starting off by watching the movie ‘Little Fockers’ (verryyy funny :P), and had a wonderful sleep-in again the next morning, although we didn’t sleep for nearly as long as Saturday morning. :P
Then we had some breakfast/lunch and went SKATING!! :D soooo much fun. Haha, I was very proud of Andre because he only fell a couple times, but thankfully did not run into any small children like the one incident that we witnessed. :P It was a little cold, and I did get a rather nasty blister on my heel from my skates, but it was still a very very good time. ☺
So then we headed back to rez to warm up, and nearly missed my train in the process, but ended up making it regardless. ☺
So that was my weekend! I apologize that this is so overdue, but you ladies have to understand that I have a lot going on in my life right now, and while I love you all to bits (and this blog ☺ ) I do have other stuff that needs to be taken care of as well ☺
Hopefully my next post won’t take as long as this one to put up :P And also won’t be as long as this one, because according to the Word document I am typing in right now, I am pushing 3 pages. Yikes. :P
Haha, anyways, the pants are officially en route as of yesterday (again, I’m sooorrrryyyyy!!!) lol, but they’re very much ready for some new adventures. Think you guys can top what I’ve put them through? ;)
Love you all!!
Michele <3
oh, and Valerie? Try not to be a Blog-Hog ;) we love you, but you're making the rest of us (cough cough me) feel inadequate with your excessive postage ;) lol, loves ya!
Well, I suppose I should be posting about 2 weekends ago, for a number of reasons:
1. I haven’t done so yet, and it was a very significant weekend
2. I haven’t posted in a long time
3. As a result of number 2, you ladies have been breathing down my neck for quite some time (a la Valerie) to post, and my neck is getting very warm. :P
So. My weekend. Well, you already know the biggest new of the weekend. Andre and I did a looot of laundry, and it was glorious. ☺ But in between all the laundry, we did do lots of other stuff.
I arrived Friday night with Brenda after a two day riding clinic with Grand Prix rider, Hyde Moffatt. I’m going to talk about this for one quick second, just because it was fabulous ☺
He had a lot of really great ideas, and yes the majority of it was him talking at us and explaining the theory behind stuff, but he also had a very very excellent concept that I plan on carrying with me throughout the rest of my riding career: Less work = Better results. Seriously, his main point was that as a rider, we should be doing far less work than we had been! ☺ It was amazing! He justified this with telling us about how when he used to be a catch rider, and would ride 30 horses in one day, and do 60 trips around a course! So yeah, less riding would definitely make more sense there! Now if only that concept could be applied to all things in life… ☺
Now, back to Friday night, so Brenda and I went to Oshawa together, with my dad driving us, since he needed the truck during the weekend. However, we were a little late, and ended up missing the train we were intending to catch. Now, Andre was going to meet us in Oshawa ( :D ), but my dad was insisting that we got to the Whitby station instead, to see if we could catch the train there. So Brenda and I had a great time convincing my dad to go to Oshawa instead, without telling him that Andre was there. :P I wasn’t quite ready yet for dad to meet him :P
So we got there eventually and yes, missed the train, so we waited around for a bit till the next train got there. While we were waiting, Brenda made friends with some gangster kid. We think it was the hat she was wearing that attracted him to her ;) lol
We got to TO eventually and Brenda and I looked quite ridiculous riding the subway to Rez. Me, still in my riding breeches and colourful boot socks, topped off with my trusty Birkenstock sandals, and Brenda with her mammoth sized suitcase plus 3 other bags that had god knows what else in them. You would have thought she was gone for months, rather than a few days!
So once we were back at rez, I dropped off my bag in Andres room, then we went for dinner at the pub. Yummy. :P haha, after we went back to rez for a bit to watch the episode of Grey’s Anatomy that I had missed the night before, but due to unforeseen circumstances, I ended up missing the majority of it again. :P but it was a welcome distraction. :P
We were then supposed to go see Tangled, but missed that too. Oops. :P
After a long joyous night, we finally got out of bed around 2pm had a shower, chatted with Brenda for a bit, then fiiiiinnnnallllyyyy had Subway around 4pm. Needless to say, I was staaarrrrrving at this point, after not eating anything but some water for almost 20 hours straight. Yikes. :P
After food, we killed some time at rez again (by * actually * watching Grey’s :P ), then went to go see Tangled. I loooooved it! :P lol, so corny and cute and awesome and Disney-ish (aka, my kind of movie). :P
(*** SIDENOTE: We stiiiillllll need to watch Camp Rock 2 sometime!!!!! :D please? * puppy dog eyes *) lol
On the way back from the movie, we went to Metro (conveniently located right across the street from rez!) and Andre bought some supplies for dinner. He made me a deeeelllllish stir fry with red and green peppers, chicken and topped off with loots of cheese. So. Good. :P
We had another fabulous night together again, starting off by watching the movie ‘Little Fockers’ (verryyy funny :P), and had a wonderful sleep-in again the next morning, although we didn’t sleep for nearly as long as Saturday morning. :P
Then we had some breakfast/lunch and went SKATING!! :D soooo much fun. Haha, I was very proud of Andre because he only fell a couple times, but thankfully did not run into any small children like the one incident that we witnessed. :P It was a little cold, and I did get a rather nasty blister on my heel from my skates, but it was still a very very good time. ☺
So then we headed back to rez to warm up, and nearly missed my train in the process, but ended up making it regardless. ☺
So that was my weekend! I apologize that this is so overdue, but you ladies have to understand that I have a lot going on in my life right now, and while I love you all to bits (and this blog ☺ ) I do have other stuff that needs to be taken care of as well ☺
Hopefully my next post won’t take as long as this one to put up :P And also won’t be as long as this one, because according to the Word document I am typing in right now, I am pushing 3 pages. Yikes. :P
Haha, anyways, the pants are officially en route as of yesterday (again, I’m sooorrrryyyyy!!!) lol, but they’re very much ready for some new adventures. Think you guys can top what I’ve put them through? ;)
Love you all!!
Michele <3
oh, and Valerie? Try not to be a Blog-Hog ;) we love you, but you're making the rest of us (cough cough me) feel inadequate with your excessive postage ;) lol, loves ya!
Friday, January 14, 2011
God Says Yes To Me
Hey ladies!
I just found this poem and loved it so I thought I would share it with you.
~*~*~
God Says Yes To Me - Kaylin Haught
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes
I just found this poem and loved it so I thought I would share it with you.
~*~*~
God Says Yes To Me - Kaylin Haught
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes
Thursday, January 13, 2011
The year that just passed
Sooo...
I'm sitting in the library at school without anything to do because I have forgotten my homework. I know, I'm a genius.
I don't know if you ladies are aware but this year is 2011 which means that there was an entire year before it called 2010. Surely with an entire year of time I should be able to come up with a few stories. Surely...
(I made the excuse before that because I had lost my iPod I'd also lost record of awesome events but now I have it an I realized that there's only school stuff in there. Whoops! Also everything smells like the fish I cut open this morning in biology lab and it's nasty!)
My 2010 started with hanging out with you ladies at G-Patz's house. I believe we were playing Taboo with a certain British gentleman while avoiding Demetrius's cries of "You guys are just sooo awesome! I mean, like, SOOOO awesome! *mumbles in German*"
A pretty good start to the year, all in all.
Soon after that, entirely too soon on my opinion, school started back up again and I started my second semester of university. My thoughts when I woke up on that first day went something like "This time I know what to expect and I know how this works so I'm going to be so much better at it and this semester will be fantastic!" My thoughts after five minutes of my first class, calculus, went more like "?:$;):!:&£~€#... Well f***!"
Academically, I had a few firsts in 2010.
I received my first university honor roll certificate.
I finished my first year of university.
I failed my first (and hopefully last) class ever.
I wrote my first one-night essay (and did pretty well on it).
Also in the span of university time I discovered that being an avid tea lover might not be such a bad thing.
Another something I do have to say about my first year of university that has nothin to do with school is how fantastic you three were as friends. Whenever I came home you dropped everything and came to see me. I was stunned and immeasurably grateful every time, you ladies have no idea. I especially remember the day I can home from my uncle's funeral and you all came over. I remember laughing so hard and forgetting for a few hours that anything hurtful could happen in the world.
I want to thank you so much for that.
In May I had my entirely sober 19th birthday. For all the fuss about absolutely legal birthdays there has been in the past mine was rather different. It was our high school's music concert night so all of you were going to be there and because I wanted to see you on my birthday I had to drive myself to the school (hence completely sober). After te concert we went to Wendy's with a few other people who I didn't know and the three of you sat in silence and watched as some beefy football player blatantly tried to look down my dress. Have I mentioned how great of friends you are?
The year 2010 was also the year we got the pants but, as I have already written about that in a fair amount of detail I'll let you find that story somewhere else.
In July of 2010 I wrote my first fanfiction as a birthday present for Dawn. I had set it up for a sequel but I haven't written the next chapter yet. Wait! Is that a New Year's resolution I just saw? Hmm...
2010 was also the year I joined YouTube. I don't make videos as of yet but I certainly enjoying those people to whom I've subscribed. I've become a beardlover and a nerdfighter in the past year and I don't plan on changing either of those titles anytime soon.
I met my girlfriend Lyra for the first time in August of 2010. When I first met her I had only half a clue of how things would work between us. Sure, I knew the basics of what I was supposed to do but actually doing it was an entire other matter! Gradually I learned what she liked and the proper way to handle her (she seems satisfied and I certainly am)! She practically purrs when I fill her up...
I think thats enough innuendos for now, don't you?
In September of 2010 I headed back to school and have been absorbed in that experience ever since. There have also been achievements for me in that semester like:
- surviving my own cooking
- writing my second one-night essay and doing even better at it
- and finding a club that I really enjoy.
I brought in 2010 in the nerdiest and best way possible, by watching extended edition LOTR Return of the King bonus features through the stroke of midnight and watching all three of the extended edition DVDs with my ladies on January 1st.
I think it's going to be an eventful year ladies, let's enjoy it!
Love,
Dina
I'm sitting in the library at school without anything to do because I have forgotten my homework. I know, I'm a genius.
I don't know if you ladies are aware but this year is 2011 which means that there was an entire year before it called 2010. Surely with an entire year of time I should be able to come up with a few stories. Surely...
(I made the excuse before that because I had lost my iPod I'd also lost record of awesome events but now I have it an I realized that there's only school stuff in there. Whoops! Also everything smells like the fish I cut open this morning in biology lab and it's nasty!)
My 2010 started with hanging out with you ladies at G-Patz's house. I believe we were playing Taboo with a certain British gentleman while avoiding Demetrius's cries of "You guys are just sooo awesome! I mean, like, SOOOO awesome! *mumbles in German*"
A pretty good start to the year, all in all.
Soon after that, entirely too soon on my opinion, school started back up again and I started my second semester of university. My thoughts when I woke up on that first day went something like "This time I know what to expect and I know how this works so I'm going to be so much better at it and this semester will be fantastic!" My thoughts after five minutes of my first class, calculus, went more like "?:$;):!:&£~€#... Well f***!"
Academically, I had a few firsts in 2010.
I received my first university honor roll certificate.
I finished my first year of university.
I failed my first (and hopefully last) class ever.
I wrote my first one-night essay (and did pretty well on it).
Also in the span of university time I discovered that being an avid tea lover might not be such a bad thing.
Another something I do have to say about my first year of university that has nothin to do with school is how fantastic you three were as friends. Whenever I came home you dropped everything and came to see me. I was stunned and immeasurably grateful every time, you ladies have no idea. I especially remember the day I can home from my uncle's funeral and you all came over. I remember laughing so hard and forgetting for a few hours that anything hurtful could happen in the world.
I want to thank you so much for that.
In May I had my entirely sober 19th birthday. For all the fuss about absolutely legal birthdays there has been in the past mine was rather different. It was our high school's music concert night so all of you were going to be there and because I wanted to see you on my birthday I had to drive myself to the school (hence completely sober). After te concert we went to Wendy's with a few other people who I didn't know and the three of you sat in silence and watched as some beefy football player blatantly tried to look down my dress. Have I mentioned how great of friends you are?
The year 2010 was also the year we got the pants but, as I have already written about that in a fair amount of detail I'll let you find that story somewhere else.
In July of 2010 I wrote my first fanfiction as a birthday present for Dawn. I had set it up for a sequel but I haven't written the next chapter yet. Wait! Is that a New Year's resolution I just saw? Hmm...
2010 was also the year I joined YouTube. I don't make videos as of yet but I certainly enjoying those people to whom I've subscribed. I've become a beardlover and a nerdfighter in the past year and I don't plan on changing either of those titles anytime soon.
I met my girlfriend Lyra for the first time in August of 2010. When I first met her I had only half a clue of how things would work between us. Sure, I knew the basics of what I was supposed to do but actually doing it was an entire other matter! Gradually I learned what she liked and the proper way to handle her (she seems satisfied and I certainly am)! She practically purrs when I fill her up...
I think thats enough innuendos for now, don't you?
In September of 2010 I headed back to school and have been absorbed in that experience ever since. There have also been achievements for me in that semester like:
- surviving my own cooking
- writing my second one-night essay and doing even better at it
- and finding a club that I really enjoy.
I brought in 2010 in the nerdiest and best way possible, by watching extended edition LOTR Return of the King bonus features through the stroke of midnight and watching all three of the extended edition DVDs with my ladies on January 1st.
I think it's going to be an eventful year ladies, let's enjoy it!
Love,
Dina
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Celebratory Flashback
December 19th was a very special day,
yet we lived our lives in the usual way,
for we knew that soon a day would come,
where we’d be together and have great fun.
The 21st dawned, excitement was tingling,
later that evening the core four was mingling.
Stories were shared, we looked at the pants,
Michele put on music and started to dance!
We ate some great nachos with plenty of cheese,
Dina licked off her fingers, with us quite at ease.
Rejoicing occurred as Brenda walked in,
we knew the festivities now could begin!
We piled into her car and took off for the city,
All of us looking snazzy and pretty!
Off to Riley’s we went for more noms and a drink,
Raised our glasses in toast with a light-hearted “clink!”
With Brenda as DD we went back to the car,
quite the fun ride ( you know how we are :P )
Back at Michele’s the party kept going,
With more drinks and fun times, our faces a-glowing.
Michele got angry that we stole her phone,
And made the boy jealous that he was alone!
Dawn cut the cake when Michele was unable,
She tried but her hand was very unstable!
Val grabbed the camera and started recording,
The results aren’t something I’d ever call boring!
Songs were sung loudly and somewhat off key,
As we shared a deep set appreciation for Glee!
When Brenda left we all were quite sad,
But we knew that more fun was yet to be had!
Gifts were exchanged and laughter ensued,
The love and the joy was in everyone’s mood.
Nerd-gasms occurred, DFTBA,
with Sing-a-ma-jigs great music was played!
Quite content and quite tired we set up our bed,
Val needed 4 blankets to cover her head!
We all slept well and awoke the next day
Not quite wanting to go our own way.
Michele’s dad made Pancakes, a wonderful treat!
We decided upon the next time we should meet.
The event was a blast and we all had a ball,
And I hope you know that I love you all.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
why I know that there are 165 steps between the 1st and 11th floor of my building
Yes it's a long title. Why do I know this? Because I walked it. Twice.
why? I needed a distraction.
why? Writer's block.
The following is SO NOT ELOQUENT but it's what my brain did a short time ago. I started writing and then just.... couldn't write what I wanted to. This is what happened instead. Presenting: Dawn's brain on writer's block!
aaaaaaagggggh I hate writer's block. I write to relax and then I can't write? how is that relaxing!?!?!
f f f f f f f it sucks. seriously. It's not that I have nothing to say - I have SO MUCH TO SAY - I just have no way of saying it. Words are my refuge, without them I have no where to turn in my times of need. ok great NOW I can write? ha ha! I think life does this to me on purpose.
*head-desk* x like 5.
I want things to sound pretty, I'm having a moment where I'm looking at everything I've written in the past few months and it looks like total garbage. I want to take it all back, crumple it up and toss it over my shoulder into the waste bin, tear pages from notebooks and furiously cross things out.
I know I can't do that, it would be foolish of me. That writing is still a part of me. But I know I could do SO MUCH BETTER, given the chance. a chance that ISN'T COMING TO ME RIGHT NOW. come on brain why is it you REFUSE to co-operate with me! I'll be doing something totally different and BAM a writing idea pops into my head - when I can't do anything about it! and then when I finally sit down to put my pen to paper ( because yes I'm old school like that) I can't do it!! GRRRRRRRRRRRR/
jsadfl;kjsadfaljksad
adfslkjsadf
(sorry for the keyboard mash, it's just a good way of describing frustration.)
That's when I decided to go for a walk. But it's cold outside. So I walked up and down the stairs of my building. 1st up to 11th. 165 steps. And back down. Then back up. Then back down. Then to the 2nd where I live.
Then I put on music and stared at the ceiling for a bit.
Then I felt better and planted my Chia pet with my podmates.
Dina you write - ever get crazy writer's block? What do you do about it?
why? I needed a distraction.
why? Writer's block.
The following is SO NOT ELOQUENT but it's what my brain did a short time ago. I started writing and then just.... couldn't write what I wanted to. This is what happened instead. Presenting: Dawn's brain on writer's block!
aaaaaaagggggh I hate writer's block. I write to relax and then I can't write? how is that relaxing!?!?!
f f f f f f f it sucks. seriously. It's not that I have nothing to say - I have SO MUCH TO SAY - I just have no way of saying it. Words are my refuge, without them I have no where to turn in my times of need. ok great NOW I can write? ha ha! I think life does this to me on purpose.
*head-desk* x like 5.
I want things to sound pretty, I'm having a moment where I'm looking at everything I've written in the past few months and it looks like total garbage. I want to take it all back, crumple it up and toss it over my shoulder into the waste bin, tear pages from notebooks and furiously cross things out.
I know I can't do that, it would be foolish of me. That writing is still a part of me. But I know I could do SO MUCH BETTER, given the chance. a chance that ISN'T COMING TO ME RIGHT NOW. come on brain why is it you REFUSE to co-operate with me! I'll be doing something totally different and BAM a writing idea pops into my head - when I can't do anything about it! and then when I finally sit down to put my pen to paper ( because yes I'm old school like that) I can't do it!! GRRRRRRRRRRRR/
jsadfl;kjsadfaljksad
adfslkjsadf
(sorry for the keyboard mash, it's just a good way of describing frustration.)
That's when I decided to go for a walk. But it's cold outside. So I walked up and down the stairs of my building. 1st up to 11th. 165 steps. And back down. Then back up. Then back down. Then to the 2nd where I live.
Then I put on music and stared at the ceiling for a bit.
Then I felt better and planted my Chia pet with my podmates.
Dina you write - ever get crazy writer's block? What do you do about it?
Monday, January 3, 2011
The dead end to my holiday
Hello ladies.
Today has been… quite possibly the worst day in three years in my memory. I don’t think I’ve cried this much in one day in my entire memory.
It started too early when I woke up at 1:30am choking and coughing. Many fits of hacking, used tissues and grumbles later I fell asleep only to wake up at 7:00am to the same thing.
The earliness was mildly distressing but not nearly as much as the searing pain in my throat and the realization that I had to go back to my school city today. I’m not entirely sure what particular combination of things made the thought of going back to school so “distressing” but I
think I can make a few good guesses.
Last year, when I was living in Rez, the feeling of living here (I am currently in my school city) was so temporary. Sure, I talked about how I would be here for eight years of my life if things went according to plan but the place that I was staying was definitely temporary. Everyone there was there for the two terms and that was it. There was something bigger and better waiting at the end of the year. I thought there was, too, something so much happier but I’m definitely not at that place right now.
The second reason came with visiting Timmies with my mom and sister and meeting my mom’s friend Lizzie there. My mom and Liz started talking about the New Year’s Eve party they’d attended and the time capsule (the same group of friends, 10 years ago) that they had opened that night and the things they’d written about the future to place in it again.
They talked about the differences between now and then, the receding hairlines among other things, but then Liz said:
“I think the biggest difference is that we lost John. I thought about that when I was rambling about the future and how much your mom worries about your dad…”
I think that was the real beginning of my awful day.
I suppose I should explain this a little more so it makes some kind of sense. In the past several generations of my dad’s family the men have all died of heart attacks in their late 40s or early 50s. This really didn’t mean a lot to me until last spring when my dad’s brother died of a heart attack. On the day that he died he had complained to my aunt enough of pain in his neck that she insisted he go to the hospital. He never left the hospital.
That neck pain, which only happened in the morning of that day, was the only sign that anything was wrong. To all other appearances my uncle was healthy. He was ten years older than my dad. That’s a lot of space to be between siblings but not enough for me right now.
It’s truly official. I’ve never cried this much in one day.
When the time came for my uncle’s funeral there were all the usual things that go along with that kind of occasion but there was one thing I hadn’t expected. Everyone was asking about my dad’s health and had he been to see a doctor and had he taken care of himself and if they weren’t asking they were still looking and I could see it in their eyes—“He’s next.”
It’s not something I ever like to think or hear about and I really didn’t need to hear it today.
After this part of our conversation Lizzie turned it to my mother’s lovely necklace and collection of jewellery which my sister and I will someday inherit “Though you never really want to think about getting something in that way.”
Why Liz? Why?
When we went back home after coffee my mom did something that she’s been doing all through my vacation that I’d noticed but never really bothered me before. She called my school city my home. It hadn’t bothered me before because I had focused on the freedom that was inherent in that phrase, with the other conversations in my mind though…
All I could think about when she said that was what could possibly cause the house that I had called my home for so many years to disappear beyond my reach right along with the people who made it my home.
That, and the fact that I’m not really happy where I am right now. This place I’m staying right now if not a home in the sense that I would apply the world. There’s no one waiting for me hear. No one I can share hopes and dreams with. There’s not even a real sense of relief and welcome when I come in the door.
Basically, I’m feeling a little lost today.
I hope you ladies had a better day.
Much love,
Dina
Today has been… quite possibly the worst day in three years in my memory. I don’t think I’ve cried this much in one day in my entire memory.
It started too early when I woke up at 1:30am choking and coughing. Many fits of hacking, used tissues and grumbles later I fell asleep only to wake up at 7:00am to the same thing.
The earliness was mildly distressing but not nearly as much as the searing pain in my throat and the realization that I had to go back to my school city today. I’m not entirely sure what particular combination of things made the thought of going back to school so “distressing” but I
think I can make a few good guesses.
Last year, when I was living in Rez, the feeling of living here (I am currently in my school city) was so temporary. Sure, I talked about how I would be here for eight years of my life if things went according to plan but the place that I was staying was definitely temporary. Everyone there was there for the two terms and that was it. There was something bigger and better waiting at the end of the year. I thought there was, too, something so much happier but I’m definitely not at that place right now.
The second reason came with visiting Timmies with my mom and sister and meeting my mom’s friend Lizzie there. My mom and Liz started talking about the New Year’s Eve party they’d attended and the time capsule (the same group of friends, 10 years ago) that they had opened that night and the things they’d written about the future to place in it again.
They talked about the differences between now and then, the receding hairlines among other things, but then Liz said:
“I think the biggest difference is that we lost John. I thought about that when I was rambling about the future and how much your mom worries about your dad…”
I think that was the real beginning of my awful day.
I suppose I should explain this a little more so it makes some kind of sense. In the past several generations of my dad’s family the men have all died of heart attacks in their late 40s or early 50s. This really didn’t mean a lot to me until last spring when my dad’s brother died of a heart attack. On the day that he died he had complained to my aunt enough of pain in his neck that she insisted he go to the hospital. He never left the hospital.
That neck pain, which only happened in the morning of that day, was the only sign that anything was wrong. To all other appearances my uncle was healthy. He was ten years older than my dad. That’s a lot of space to be between siblings but not enough for me right now.
It’s truly official. I’ve never cried this much in one day.
When the time came for my uncle’s funeral there were all the usual things that go along with that kind of occasion but there was one thing I hadn’t expected. Everyone was asking about my dad’s health and had he been to see a doctor and had he taken care of himself and if they weren’t asking they were still looking and I could see it in their eyes—“He’s next.”
It’s not something I ever like to think or hear about and I really didn’t need to hear it today.
After this part of our conversation Lizzie turned it to my mother’s lovely necklace and collection of jewellery which my sister and I will someday inherit “Though you never really want to think about getting something in that way.”
Why Liz? Why?
When we went back home after coffee my mom did something that she’s been doing all through my vacation that I’d noticed but never really bothered me before. She called my school city my home. It hadn’t bothered me before because I had focused on the freedom that was inherent in that phrase, with the other conversations in my mind though…
All I could think about when she said that was what could possibly cause the house that I had called my home for so many years to disappear beyond my reach right along with the people who made it my home.
That, and the fact that I’m not really happy where I am right now. This place I’m staying right now if not a home in the sense that I would apply the world. There’s no one waiting for me hear. No one I can share hopes and dreams with. There’s not even a real sense of relief and welcome when I come in the door.
Basically, I’m feeling a little lost today.
I hope you ladies had a better day.
Much love,
Dina
2011!
it seems like such a very long time ago that 2010 started, it's difficult for me to look back, especially as I am lacking in the amount of old day planners and journals that I would like here in my rez room.
I have a 2010 calendar though, and a day planner from Sept. so those might help. now presenting -
My 2010 - A brief overview
Jan -
I rang in the new year with you ladies and a bunch of MUN geeks at G-patz's place
I started my job at the Pizza Place. OM NOM PIZZA!
Feb -
I stagemanaged the play Havenburg
second semester - and therefore PLF started!
we went to Medeba with PLF
I donated blood for the first time
March -
toured Carleton and Ottawa U
Partied it up for St. patty's day!
April -
Participated in Academic Olympics
went to Kiwanis with Ladies' Choir
Left for EUROPE!!
May -
spent 9 super awesome amazing days in Europe :)
Had P-prom with a bunch of amazing people :)
Celebrated Valerie's birthday and had a TON of fun!
Participated in a Motor bike race with my dad!
started dating the ginger
June -
went to the reunion BBQ for people on the VE trip
went horse back riding with you ladies :)
had our retreat for PLF and cried at some of the letters people wrote
folded pants for the first time (not that you needed to know )
july -
went to camp and was a Senior counsellor for the first time! ahhh duties and responsibilities! lol
Went to wonderland with the ginger ( SO MUCH FUN!)
surprised Dina and Valerie at the Harry Potter Exhibit at the Science Centre ( did I mention how much fun that was!? )
Turned 19!
Aug -
went to a pretty epic house party with people from camp
came home for a very short amount of time
got my G!! ( no more drive tests till I'm old!!)
Sept -
moved into rez! Met my lovely podmates!
did froshy things!
got a job on campus!
I guess after that you know most it of - since we started the blog.
Highlights include:
- camping with my family for thanksgiving
- going to my first club with the girls from the pod
- wednesday skype nights
- watching our younger friends commence and having epic times at Michele's
- Halloween party with engineers
- seeing my dad on Remembrance day
- going out for pod dinners
- sunday swims
- building a bedsheet fort in my pod
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part one!
- getting addicted to the vlogbrothers
- Michele's birthday times :)
- Christmas!!!!
I have a 2010 calendar though, and a day planner from Sept. so those might help. now presenting -
My 2010 - A brief overview
Jan -
I rang in the new year with you ladies and a bunch of MUN geeks at G-patz's place
I started my job at the Pizza Place. OM NOM PIZZA!
Feb -
I stagemanaged the play Havenburg
we went to Medeba with PLF
I donated blood for the first time
March -
toured Carleton and Ottawa U
Partied it up for St. patty's day!
April -
Participated in Academic Olympics
went to Kiwanis with Ladies' Choir
Left for EUROPE!!
May -
spent 9 super awesome amazing days in Europe :)
Had P-prom with a bunch of amazing people :)
Celebrated Valerie's birthday and had a TON of fun!
Participated in a Motor bike race with my dad!
started dating the ginger
June -
went to the reunion BBQ for people on the VE trip
went horse back riding with you ladies :)
had our retreat for PLF and cried at some of the letters people wrote
folded pants for the first time (not that you needed to know )
july -
went to camp and was a Senior counsellor for the first time! ahhh duties and responsibilities! lol
Went to wonderland with the ginger ( SO MUCH FUN!)
surprised Dina and Valerie at the Harry Potter Exhibit at the Science Centre ( did I mention how much fun that was!? )
Turned 19!
Aug -
went to a pretty epic house party with people from camp
came home for a very short amount of time
got my G!! ( no more drive tests till I'm old!!)
Sept -
moved into rez! Met my lovely podmates!
did froshy things!
got a job on campus!
I guess after that you know most it of - since we started the blog.
Highlights include:
- camping with my family for thanksgiving
- going to my first club with the girls from the pod
- wednesday skype nights
- watching our younger friends commence and having epic times at Michele's
- Halloween party with engineers
- seeing my dad on Remembrance day
- going out for pod dinners
- sunday swims
- building a bedsheet fort in my pod
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part one!
- getting addicted to the vlogbrothers
- Michele's birthday times :)
- Christmas!!!!
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