Sweet dreams

Good morning ladies!

I’ve heard in the past that dreams are basically a rehashing of your experiences from the day in a weird unconscious reasoning kind of way. Have you heard that? Well I’m here to tell you that last night my dreams certainly followed this pattern.

My last day of “evil” (read: possibly the last time I see Mr. Lively) + Hex Files search for “romance” and “NC-17” = disgustingly (read: heart wrenchingly) sweet dreams about the handsome classmate I am probably never going to see again.

I may have to write out the story at some point because I feel like someone else would enjoy reading it. (read: Being wrapped in fluff and love and hope in your dreams and then waking up to realize that none of that is going to happen sucks hardcore.)

I wish I was the kind of person that could actually walk up to someone in real life like I may frequently imagine doing while daydreaming or actually dreaming.

Unfortunately, I’m much more likely to stare like an idiot as those people I dream about walk right out the door. (read: I may admit to liking the colours red and gold but I will probably never wear them the way Valerie can, even if I can see the advantages in some situations.)

I have the Pants but I don’t know if even they can contain enough leftover bravery for me to attempt anything. (read: I feel like a rather hopeless romantic.)

Love you ladies (read: <3),

Dina

I was nommingly nomming some nommy noms....

When an adorable bunny appeared! 

If found him on teh interwebs. Iz cute no? 

PANTS and Other Awesomeness

Hey ladies!

So yesterday I got Pants! WOOOT! I think you got that from my text messages and stuff but I thought I'd say it again anyways because I like it! This was the first time I've actually gotten them from the mail so it was really super exciting to open my mailbox and see the key to the bigger box and then open the bigger box all dramatically and then be like "PANTS!!!"

Yes... Yesterday I also got an extension on the English essay I have to write. It was going to be due Thrusday but now I have all the way until Monday! Still have to actually do it, which sucks, but it sucks less than it could have.

I had my last volunteer work shift for the Science Faculty yesterday which was sad but Emily and I agreed that we're going to do another shift in the fall so it's all good. What was a little disappointing was the fact that the big board where we work say "DEATHSTICKS ARE BACK!!!" but there were no deathsticks... Deathsticks are these amazing whip cream donuts that are covered in icing sugar and should probably make you go into some kind of diabetic shock when you eat them but they're SOOOO GOOD! So Emily and I were super excited when we saw the announcement but then super disappointed when they weren't there. Instead I got a icing frosted croissant which was so sweet it made me see visions of Katy Perry's California Girls music video as I bit into it. I think that's a win.

Last night was the second last Tuesday movie of the term and we watched Little Miss Sunshine. Hilarious! The bit with the car horn literally made me cry laughing. If you're looking for a bit of a laugh, a bit of a "See? Crazy families can function!" and a bit of Steve Carell doing serious acting (and doing it very well) then this is a movie for you to watch.

Now your Pants and I have to go to school so this will have to be the end of the post. There's more to come later!

Also, have at my Twitter to see my weather forecast...
Love y'all!

Dina

Dearest Dina-eth!

(Random Song Moment) "The pants go marching 1 by 1 huzzah, huzzah!" (I dunno, it came into my head). On Fri March 11th your pants landed in my mailbox after weeks of waiting. In the 2 weeks following they have stuck with me through thick and thin.
Your Pants were there when I discovered a gorgeous shop with a giant wall devoted to journals. (I fell in love).
Your Pants were there when I worked a 10 hour shift. (I wasn't actually as tired as I thought I'd be after that). Your Pants were there when I sat in on an English Graduate-level seminar. (Made me feel smart!)
Your Pants called my Mom on her birthday.
Your Pants were there as I Donated For The Blood Association.
Your Pants toured the rival school with a 6'5" ginger (what the f$%#'s [their school mascot?])
Your Pants went to a [local hockey team]'s game and got hit repeatedly with boom sticks. (I payed more attention to the kids in front of me than to the game btw.)
Your Pants suffered through the tiny chicken disease.
Your Pants got cried on as I watched Toy Story 3
. Your Pants were there during an epic snow ball fight.
Your Pants were evacuated from Residence.
Your Pants were there when I lost my phone.
Your Pants were there when I cried to my mommy.
Your Pants helped me consume a LOT of tea.
Your Pants were there when I got ready for Rez Formal (but I wore a dress there :P)
Your Pants went with me to buy a new phone.
Your Pants saw lots of houses (and were there when we picked one!)
Your Pants were there when I got drunk on a Thursday and cried.
Your Pants did not Skype with the Core 4. :(
Your Pants were there when I needed you.
Your Pants helped me through a weird week.
Your Pants tried not to FTBA.
Your Pants were well loved.
Just like you are.
Seriously Dina you're amazing. You're there when I need you and you always find a way to make me smile. We have the most random conversations and my life would not be the same without you! Now in the spirit of many a conversation and in an attempt to repay you for your awesome I present (dramatic [empty space])








Funnies from the interwebs! This is from an online fanfic pairing generator...
Cleopatra / Petunia Dursley [Gah!]
Grumpy Bear / Bilbo Baggins [LOL!]
Dr. House / Dennis (Monty Python)
Legolas / Pikachu [*raises eyebrow* Any recs? :P]
Ralph Wiggum / Gilderoy Lockhart
Ophelia / Dr. Chase
Tom Riddle / Mr. Tumnus [OMG YES!]
Didn't make any of these up I swear! Hope you enjoyed them! Love You Muchly!
DFTBA
From D-scribble :P

Being a nerd :)

" If you're a nerd jump up and down, put something on your head and run around,
Do your happy dance and act the fool and show the world why Youtube rules!
Become a Nerdfighter and join our crew, it's French the Llama not For the Lose,
we're all made of awesome, DFTBA, and we fight against world suck every day!"
                                                            - Horrible Fiction Ft. Hank Green

Anyways I did these nerdy doodles today, I can't draw as well as Valerie but I hope you enjoy them!
Bonus points if you can identify the source of everything!

Handshakes with a side of Harry Potter

Hey ladies!

I realize I haven’t been on here in a while and that I’d better get my ass in gear and do something about it. That being said I have no plan for this so it’s just going to roll with my random thought. I hope you enjoy rolling.

I had such high homework ambitions for this weekend. I really did. Today I have done next to nothing however. I would blame Harry Potter but I like the entire fandom too much to put any real negative blame there. I’m just a master procrastinator.

Speaking of Harry Potter, I met this dude named Aiden there. He knew one of the girls I was talking to and preceded to introduced himself and offer a hand shake, ya know, like people do… AND IT SUCKED!

I really dislike people who give wimpy handshakes! Ugh! I don’t know if this is just a “me” thing or what but if someone gives me a wimpy handshake I automatically lose a tiny bit of respect. This guy was interesting in a whole slightly rugged but still super smart way which is all really appealing but then WIMPY HANDSHAKE! The guy had a piercing and tattoos for crying out loud! Surely he knows how to grip something!

Heh heh, grip something… :P

I think it might be a bit of a kink for me and maybe that’s why it bothers me. A good handshake will do the same kind of work as a soccer bum strutting in tight designer jeans if it’s done right and I’m absolutely frustrated when it backfires.

Now my thoughts are completely off on to soccer bums and cute designer jeans…

The other frustrating part about this whole handshake business is that half the time I want to ask “Is that really how you give a handshake? Like, seriously? You know you’re doing it wrong, don’t you?” but I always hold myself back. For some reason I have this impression that insulting someone’s handshake, especially a guy’s handshake, might be really offensive so I hold all my extremely sarcastic questions in and try to ignore the disappointment that coils in my stomach. I also feel like offering to teach them how would be even more offensive.

Thoughts? Is this just me? Do you even know what I’m talking about? I feel like I haven’t explained this properly enough and you’re just going to think it’s weird. It probably is weird.

One more attempt to explain: if I ever had the good fortune to meet Tom Felton, Oliva Wilde, or Zack Efron and they have me the handshake I received last night… I would throw out my posters and only speak highly of characters as they did not relate to the actors who play them.

It is weird. I will admit it but hey, I finally posted! Exciting!

Love you ladies,

Dina

Houses!

My podmates and I has one! 


I'm excited! 


that is all.


Also you all know but I has a new celly too!! 

Bass Down Low

Hey!!! :D

Soooo last night I went on my first ever Pub Crawl

Better in B.Ed!! ConEd-ies do it better!! :D

And it was soooo much fun! Haha, we went to 4 different places, and I got progressively more intoxicated as I went (which is how pub crawls are supposed to work, am I right?) and along the way I met lots of cool new people and had a blast! :D

I did a few shots, which was also a new experience fore me :P lol, but the best part was just dancing and hanging out with friends :)

Although.... I am paying for it this morning :S lol, i didn't even stay out that late, like, I was home by 1am, and I didn't have class till 11am this morning, but I had a maaad headache for most of the morning (mostly gone by now) and was feeling slightly ill for a while as well, but I think I'm good now. :D

Anyways, clubbing was fun and I very much enjoyed it, and I have decided that we neeeeeed to go out together sometime, ladies! :D

Loves you all, talk to you tonight!

<3 <3 <3

Michele

Family

As you all know by now, my week did not start out very well. Aside from the gas leak, I also lost my cell phone,  got in an argument with my podmates and was generally very stressed out.


I facebooked my little sister and asked her to get mom to call me on my residence phone. She did and I proceeded to have a nice little cry on her. I love my mom. The first thing she told me to do when she realized how upset I was was "Go make a cup of tea".
It's amazing a) how mom's just know and b) how much tea actually helps.


Tea cup in hand I was able to calm down enough to explain everything to my mom and she was really awesome and didn't even get mad at me for losing my phone. 


My dad has been really awesome in helping me with the phone issue as well, putting my service on hold and looking into the best way for me to get a new one.


Today I got a care package from my little sisters, delivered by my uncle. My sisters sent me a crown from Medieval times, along with the most GIGANTIC mug you have ever seen in your life. Seriously, it's like the size of a teapot. They also wrote me some cute notes that made me smile.


It was nice to see my uncle, we chatted for a bit and he gave me an update on how my Grandad is doing. He had quadruple-bypass surgery last weekend (which is why my fam-jam was in TO and why my uncle was back home)


As I got back to my room my rez phone was ringing! It was my grandma (from the other side of the family). She's going to be in town on Friday and wants to take me out to dinner.


So as terribly as this week started I think it's all going to work out :) 

A gassy day

Hello ladies, I hope your week is starting better than mine! 

you know I woke up this morning and things weren't bad! I was a little sad that it was snowing and cold out again after the beautiful weekend and slightly annoyed that one ear is plugged like no-body's business. Thank you tiny chickens.

Other than that things were ok, I only have one class on Monday and it's one I really like.

I went to class and enjoyed it, then at the end I check my phone to find a text from one of my pod-mates saying " Do you know if they're testing the alarms again, or should I get outta here?" 

I say they tested the alarms on Friday so I really doubt they'd do it again today.

I leave my class and walk back towards rez where I run into said pod-mate and she proceeds to inform me that the construction workers hit a gas pipe and about 4 of the rez buildings had been evacuated.

I met up with some friends from the floor over in the UniCentre and we had food and chatted and waited.

about an hour and 15 min later we were informed that it was safe to go back in. It still kinda smells like gas which worries me (did I mention the windows in this building don't open?),  but I think it's quite the adventure for the Pants ( which yes, I am wearing today)

I can't wait to have a house next year....

He's COMING!!!!!!

..... To P-Dot ;)

Andre has decided to switch programs to a much better degree that better suits his interests :D I.e. computer stuff. ;) I am sexy (according to Andre) as he is helping me write this :D

Anyways back to schoolio :D So he computer stuff and hopes to transfer to university after his 3 year degree in college is complete!

He is currently house hunting. Yayyyyyyyy :D i'm excited for him to have his own place so close to mine. i.e. so that we can sneak off there whenever we want and do whatever we want there ;)

Andre says he doesn't know what to say. and that he is distracted :P

I don't really know what to say either.... :) Last weekend was fun, albeit a little annoying with the 100+ texts that Andre received on saturday night.... thanks for that.... ;)

annnnddddd i was a touch annoyed with brenda as well after she suggested monopoly on staurday night that ended up lasting well over 2 hours and drastically cut into me and Andre's 'private time' lol, we politely excused ourselves claiming to be 'tired' but i'm pretty sure brenda knew otherwise... ;) lol, although we were tired and didn't actually get it on until earlier in the morning.... no more deets :P

anyways, thats pretty much all i gots to saaayyyy... Andre says he has nothing to add. :D so that is all, i will read/comment on other posts probs tomorrow after i have done the ConEd assignment that i have been putting off for a long time now... :D

Loves you all

<3 Michele

Caution: Do Not Feed the University Students

Tour Guide: As we tour through the campus, you may encounter University students in their natural habitat. Especially at the established feeding stations. We ask that you do not try to pet or hand feed them, as they are wild creatures and we do not wish for them to grow to rely on handouts and while most are not naturally vicious, some are prone to sudden outbursts around midterms and crunch time. This is especially true of engineering students. Therefor, for their safety and you own please just observe them.

Parent 1: You say they are commonly found near food sources correct? If one was studying them, what other sites would you suggest visiting in order to understand their natural behaviour?

Tour Guide: Students have a habit of visiting different places depending on their age, breed and gender, so it truly varies. Watering holes are commonly frequented by almost all students as a nocturnal pass time. The library is also a usually highly populated, with a great correlation to the events of finals and midterms. There you will find the older student population more often than the first years, who have their own abodes on campus, which we shall get to visit later.

Parent 2: Breeds?

Tour Guide: Yes, majors are so diverse, one may as call students studying things different breeds of the same species. One would never equate a economics student to a psychology student, and even more broadly arts students and science students are traditionally viewed as being starkly different. Now, if you look straight ahead you will see the locked doors leading to the first year abodes, this locking mechanism keeps outsiders from mingling with the young ones without the written permission of the building staff.

Parent 2: Do the students who belong in the building ever get locked out themselves though?!

Tour Guide: Oh of course, it is a way of separating the weak from the strong, then exacting payments out of the weak once they mess up too many times. Now, be very quiet as we are entering the usually private territory of the non study intensive ward...

Parent 3: Study intensive?

Tour Guide: Yes, that is the name we give to the quiet place, to make it sound horrible so we don't get too much interest in it since there is limited space. Oh! Look! There goes a student clad in traditional residence attire! Note the over-sized hoodie and baggy track pants, this particular specimen has chosen to omit the usual slippers that complete the look, but it is still a near exemplary specimen!

Parents: *Ohhhh, ahhhh*

Tour Guide: Oh, and there goes one who spent too much time at the watering hole last night, see the dopey expression and the way he drags his feet?

Parents: *Hmmmm*

Neanderthal: Joe you little g@#, f*%$@#, get your f*%$ing @$$ out here, I am f*%$ing hungry!!

Parents: *looks of shock*

Tour Guide: Ahh, and there you see a deviant we call the Neanderthal, a student with limited vocabulary skills that must rely almost solely on swearing and homophobic language in order to express his needs. These needs predominately revolve around expressing how gay everyone else is, food, watering holes and female student's attention.

Parents: *nodding heads*

*group encounters scantly clad girl who shrieks and dives back into her room*

Tour Guide: And that is a case of a female student who was either on her way to the washroom, in order to preform grooming rituals, or on her way to try and attract the attention of a male student, which seems to be a primary concern of most female students.

Parents: *chuckles*

Tour Guide: Oh!! Look quickly! There is one of the most elusive students of all, known by many names though mainly the Hall Hermit!

V: Meeeeppp! *ducks behind chair*

Tour Guide: These are incredibly skiddish, hate loud noises and hold a grudge against those of the Neanderthal variety for infringing on their sleep, work, social relations and general peace of mind. Maybe if we are very quiet, she will come back out... Though shy, they make very loyal friends and when they are not too homesick they are great workers.

Parent 9: They get homesick?

Tour Guide: Oh yes, I forgot to mention... Some students do not transition into this setting as well as others, they miss things like close friends, not close friend, causal acquaintances, people they just knew the names of, peace, quiet, senses of community, knowing their teacher's and their names and occasionally their own beds and their family... But that is not a problem!! We have programs for that!!

V: *Pokes head around chair*

Tour Guide: Oh, maybe she is becoming desensitized to our presence!

V: *stares at group and growls*

Tour Guide: This is sad, she is showing a defensive reflex which is associated with displeasure at our scrutiny...

Parent 6: Maybe we can distract her from her worries? With food? Or maybe a male student?

Tour Guide: While that tactic would work for many, the Hall Hermits have a habit of being fiercely independent and rather picky in there tastes of both food and males. We would need another student she has a close association with to gain insight on her or to gain her trust, I think we ought to abandon this attempt and carry on to the athletic complex. There we will likely see many preening males!

Parents : *ooohhhh*

Tour Guide: I will note the location of the Hermit, and perhaps someone else will coax her out later...

*Group Leaves*

V: *Sigh of relief* *Munches on stroop waffles*

Thinking of You because You're Always On My Mind

Hey ladies,

This song came on my iPod this morning and promptly got stuck in my head. I didn't mind much because it made me think of you three...

Cue the cheese...

(Feel free to ignore the video of sad African children and just listen to the song. I only picked this video because it was the official version.)

Love you,

Dina

March 14

Happy Pi Day!! 

3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679821480865132823066470938446095505822317253594081284811174502841027019385211055596446229489549303819644288109756659334461284756482337867831652712019091456485669234603486104543266482133936072602491412737245870066063155881748815209209628292540917153643678925903600113305305488204665213841469519415116094330572703657595919530921861173819326117931051185480744623799627495673518857527248912279381830119491298336733624406566430860213949463952247371907021798609437027705392171762931767523846748184676694051320005681271452635608277857713427577896091736371787214684409012249534301465495853710507922796892589235420199561121290219608640344181598136297747713099605187072113499999983729780499510597317328160963185950244594553469083026425223082533446850352619311881710100031378387528865875332083814206171776691473035982534904287554687311595628638823537875937519577818577805321712268066130019278766111959092164201989

and a song for you!

Operation Awkward and Secrets

LADIES!!

I would like to congratulate Dawn and Valerie on a job well done last night! Operation Awkward was a success! Somewhere in Toronto a phone was vibrating for a half hour straight! Thinking about this makes me go :D :D :D :D!

It’s times like these when I’m super glad that 1) my phone number is not available on Facebook, 2) my parents, while viewing how many times I’ve texted, cannot see what I have sent, 3) my friends are super awesome and occasionally as devious as I am, and 4) those same friends (and their plus ones) put up with how devious I am all the time.

I would also like to say that Andre passed his first initiation with flying colours but he should really be more aware of what it means to have friends on Facebook. ;)

I finished “Secrets” by Vorabiza yesterday, Dawn. It was super good! Thanks again for sending me a link! I realized afterward that I’ve actually read her before. I read the one-shot Bored and loved it. (Harry in that fic reminds me of myself and Dawn combined). I probably would have liked to attempt Secrets before but it’s so epically long! I haven’t had a binge read like that in ages! There probably won’t be another one for ages either because I can’t afford to give that much time again before the end of the semester.

And… I think that’s it for today.

Much love ladies!

Dina

Odd punctuation and Capitalization

Since I have the pants I thought it was time to post the lovely letter I got with them! Complete with Valerie's ... unique ways of punctuating her sentencing.

Also what she would write on the pants is : 

                        " Don't settle for the cold and rain. It's not to late to start again. Find a way to smile and never let it get away" ( From Never too late by Hedley)

Dawn!

Well, first my apologies that this letter and the pants which go with it are both a little late. Secondly further apologies that this late letter is being written by a rather sick, fuzzy headed me.Forgive any silly errors please, as well as accidental slips into MUN talk since I am still on a post NAMUN high...

I was hoping to get to parade the pants around more in Toronto, but everything I did while there seemed to have a dress code that omitted jeans. Business attire for session, dressyish stuff for the club night, ‘just shy of a black tie’ for the Gala...Only thing I really could have worn them too was the pub night, but owing to oncoming illness and need of sleep I passed on that one. So only time pants came out was on our super short amouts of downtime, but I was still glad to have them for that!

I feel like I have gone nuts on telling you all about my NAMUN adventures already...the blog post is only around 2000 words...you know...nothing much...But something I did not mention there was that Alexa commended the improvement from typical Valerie tree dancing to something resembling ‘real’ dancing. Thought you might enjoy that fact. 

Another thing you may like is that at least for the time being I have turned to tea. yes that wording usually goes along the lines of 'I have turned to drink' and is in reference to alcohol, but oh well! Who needs to uphold social norms...Anyways, tea seems to be the only thing that helps my throat right now, so till it is better I see a lot of hot water in my future. This stupid biological agent of Russia (yes I AM bitter) has seriously compromised my study efforts, kept me from two night classes and gotten my boss to send me home (read back to residence) early with order to eat chicken noodle soup...Not cool! 

Despite being sick though, I think I have smiled and laughed more since the first friday of reading week than almost the rest of term. Between fun times home with you guys, and MUN bonding with my delegates and my council it's been pretty amazing. I had a bunch of people to sit with in economics today, we suffered together and made MUN nerd jokes. My facebook friend count has gone up by like 20 almost overnight, and everyone is in happy nostalgia mode, it's great...I talked to Alexa about my living situation for nest year, which was also good, and got telling Dina that us living together next year wasn't seeming possible over with. Not fun but I feel better for it. I also go back to Guelph to find a memo from Tariq asking if I'd be inclined to just talk in the near future (which we did) so all in all save for illness,termwork and slight uncertainty about where I will live next year, most fronts of my life seem to be taking a turn for the somewhat better at the moment. 

I also finally got your Valentine when I checked my mail on Sunday! It obviously arrived at some point over reading week when I was rather unable to go to my mailbox. Quite a nice find two weeks lat, haha! Good work Canada Post! I tell you service has just gone downhill after the retirement of a certain letter carrier.

In other news from the family, my poor brother has once again been frustrated by the health system. As I mentioned, he had an appointment with the knee surgeon in Toronto last week, where he was hoping to get a date for his surgery. Instead he was told he needs to get another MRI done. May I say it has almost been TWO YEARS since he originally hurt himself...Sorry to rant to you about that but it is really messing up his life and I just wish so much for him that something could be done (soon) to help him. The whole thing has put strain on all of us...

What else do I have to add to this letter...Oh! The pants have further improved their awesome exam track record! I wore them to the 27 minute owned 'History of Science & Society' midterm I had before break, and guess who killed it with a 92%? Heck yes! I am seriously considering taking a history minor while I am at it here. I will be taking history courses as electives anyways, may as well make them count for something right? I just have to figure out how many credits are allowed to overlap in counting for your major and minor, I know there is a limit just not exactly what it is... I feel lucky though, Dina still isn't sure what she wants as a major, and I know Erin is also having a mild heart attack about it. (She has to declare by the end of this year) there I am happy with a major, thinking about a minor! I know even Michele has been trying to figure out a major. She was thinking Chem. that just sounds painful to me...

Okay I am dying here, I think it's time to call it quits to my rambling pants letter. Sadly it's short by pants standards, my apologies! 

                    *ducks from glare you issue due to apology* 

                                                        We're past the 3/4 mark of first year! HUZZAH! 

                                                                          Much Love,

                                                                                       Valerie

PS  - From Me and my Spanish class MORE MUSIC .... it's full of dreamy spanish voices!

MY BUTT

is covered with your pants.

Will put up Valerie's letter later, just thought I had to say that

Sign, Sign, everywhere a sign...

( Blog formatting stinks)

Hello Ladies!

As you know, Dina and I used to take sign language class together. Much to Valerie’s dismay we tended to use our ASL skills in certain plots :P

But this isn’t about plots, this is however about hilarity. In our class we were not allowed to speak out loud, so we would write/draw/scribble to each other on a frequent basis. Back home I believe I still have many pages of said scribbling.

Lo and behold today however, I found some in the pocket of my coat! Likely not as hysterical as some of the others they still contain good moments. So I present to you now, the sign class scribbles of Dina and Dawn!

( I have used MS paint to highlight some awesome moments in red :P) 

Lack of Pants

How strange that my blog title is also about clothing! (had it planned before I saw SHIRT)

anyways lack of pants #1 - I do not have THE pants yet which makes me sad. I mailed someone something AFTER the pants were mailed and they've recieved it so WHY DO I NOT HAVE THE PANTS! 

( as you may have guess I'm rather excited for when they DO get here) 

Lack of pants #2 - LADY GAGA! 

That's right ladies, last night I went to the Monster Ball!

It was so good.

Like really good/.

Like amazing.

She had a piano under the hood of a car! 

And another piano that lit on fire.

She has CRAZY stage presence! Her headset broke - so she grabbed a handheld off someone and said "at least now you know I don't F***ing lipsync" 

Also she has a habit of not wearing pants which is how that relates.

I also wasn't wearing pants. My aunt and I dressed up and I had on leggings... which aren't really pants. 

You know what?  - here! 

Anyways it's rather insane and gaga but there were people WAY worse! 

 Basically it was a TON of fun!! Definatly did NOT disappoint.

Also I was sitting behind this group of 4 really gay guys (probably in their 40s) and they were HILARIOUS. Sadly not dressed up, but VERY enthusiastic :) 

Remember ladies - we are all superstars! 

As mother monster says: 

I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way

A Bug Story

So it’s been an awful long time since I’ve posted… Too long, and I apologize. But in all honesty, I haven’t really had anything to write about. I’ve been living my life, dealing with minor disasters as they come at me, but otherwise I’ve been good. So rather than listing all these mindless events that are really just tiny blips on my EKG of life, I am going to write you all a short story. Yes, a short story. I know I’m definitely not the best writer of the group, but I’m hoping this will bring a smile to your faces nonetheless. :)




Once upon a time, there was a little bee. She was a happy bee. She had a whole hive full of other bees, which she went to work with every day, but there were not many bees that she really truly liked and would tell all her secrets to. In fact, there was only one other bee. Those bees were good friends from the moment they met. They gathered pollen and flower nectar together, and played together and teased the bears, and life was good. But the bee’s friend was a very sociable bee and had lots of other friends as well. This meant that the bee’s friend would often go off and play with the other bees, so our bee was left on her own.

One day, while she was flying through the woods, she happened upon a little caterpillar. The caterpillar was chasing aphids. What fun! The bee loved chasing aphids as well! The caterpillar and the bee quickly became friends. But they lived very far away from each other and could not visit very often. So although they still liked to spend time together, their time was limited.

When the time came for the bees to decide which Bug School they wanted to go to, the two bee friends unfortunately had to part ways. The bee’s friend was fine. She had all kinds of other bees to be with. But our bee was lonely. She worried about whom she would talk to in her new school! But then, she found out that her friend the caterpillar chose the same school that she chose! The two friends were very happy that they would get to spend more time together at their new school, and that they would both have someone to talk to.

So they became even closer friends than before, but it was still just the two of them. Although they were happy, they were still a little lonely. They wanted more friends.

One day, the bee was again, out exploring the woods. She noticed a dragonfly fluttering around by the pond. Curious, the bee flew over and asked what the dragonfly was doing. The dragonfly invited the bee to join her in hunting for mosquitoes above the surface of the water. The bee, of course, thought the dragonfly was crazy. Who would want to go whizzing over the open water at top speeds? No thanks. But the dragonfly insisted. You see, this particular dragonfly was a little clumsy, and her mother told her she could only go out over the pond to hunt mosquitoes if she had a friend with her. The bee eventually agreed since the dragonfly seemed so eager to get out there, and the bee actually ended up having lots of fun! She liked the dragonfly!

After they played for a while, the bee found out that the dragonfly went to the same Bug School as her and the caterpillar! The bee explained that they were a little lonely, and the dragonfly joyously invited them to join her and her friends for lunch the next day. The bee graciously accepted. Even if the dragonfly was a little frightening at times with her high energy levels, she was a very very nice dragonfly.

So the next day, the bee and the caterpillar met the dragonfly for lunch. She had a large group of friends, and among them was a praying mantis. She was a mysterious bug indeed, but seemed nice enough. As the bee and the caterpillar spent more time with her, they found, oddly enough, that it was very easy for them to open up to her and tell her anything at all, and they could not only trust her to keep their secret, but she also offered excellent advice. The praying mantis was a very good friend to them indeed.

So the four little insects became friends. The bee, the caterpillar, the dragonfly and the praying mantis. They went everywhere and did everything together. They were inseparable. They faced many challenges throughout their time at Bug School, but they stuck through it together. When the time came for them to leave Bug School, they had all very much grown as insects. The bee earned her stripes and gained the confidence to make new friends wherever she went. The caterpillar became a stunning butterfly right in front of her friends’ eyes. The dragonfly outgrew her clumsiness (for the most part) and could now fly frontwards, backwards, and side to side with ease. And the praying mantis shed her old skin to reveal her beautiful new green skin and wings. They were ready to face the world as new insects, and it was good.

And although they are not together as a group any more, they are always there to support each other and offer a kind word when needed. Even when it seemed like nothing was going right, they knew that their buggy friends would lend a wing to help them back on their feet. And the bee, for one, will always be eternally grateful for her friends.

The End.

Shirt

Hey ladies,

I feel like shirt today. Absolute shirt. Isn't that wonderful? I'm not sure why that is but I'm going to try and sort it out in the hopes that I'll feel better.

Let's describe this lovely feeling I'm having right now first. Usually my self-esteem rides at a steady 8 but today it has taken a tumble into the 5 area. This is not so hot. It started some time this morning when I got to school and tried to study for my biochemistry midterm that is on this coming Friday. "It" is the feeling that I am going to choke/suffocate, hyperventilate and expel all of my internal organs through my mouth all at once.

So the biochemistry midterm... Our prof keeps going on about how "it's not going to be nearly as hard as the first one" but I actually did fairly well on the first one and I wonder if this one is going to be "less difficult" in that it requires different skills than the last one and I'll fail the easy test because my brain works differently than other peoples. That or there's the fact that, if I do worse on this than on te other one I will not only have failed the easy exam but destroyed my hope for te final because it will be more heavily weighted on the things covered in this midterm than the previous one. I'm also worried that my general panic will contribute to me being unable to study and therefore unable to pass.

I also have my huge essay proposal due tomorrow. The essay proposal isn't huge, just the actual essay, but this means that I have to plan ten pages of writing in one night without actually writing anything and while I know I should have done it already and, even more than that, that I should e studying intensively for biochemistry because I am in no way prepared for that.

Thirdly, this weekend my mother visited and brought with her a whole lot of angst that I've never experienced before. "This should be done. Why isn't it done? You should clean this. Why haven't you cleaned this? You're so disorganized. You should really organize your stuff better. Why aren't you doing it now? I can't believe that you signed off on thi cupboard! How do you imagine that it looks okay? It looks disgusting."

I looked at my disgusting cupboard this morning and felt all kids of shame and humiliation. It's a cupboard for Christ's sake! More importantly IT'S MY HOUSE!!!

(I should note here that I do really love my mom and this is the internal, not usually allowed to surface monologue. Don't judge me because when you hit that instant where it is true for you, you'll know that everyone experiences the same. Also, it was a singular instant of wanting to yell it like that, not a continuous sentiment. It's not so much that I mind her interfering [in her own, motherly way, trying to make things better for me] as I mind her thinking or implying that I am incompetent when she is one of the people I trust and seek approval of the most.)

There's also the fact that I've received an invitation via email to check out a soccer organization friendly to gay/bi/trans women to which my immediate response is "sounds like a tonne of fun" but this is also immediately followed by the consideration of what kinds of questions I'll get if I join, most notably "Why join this league instead of the normal league?"

The real answer is somewhere in between "I don't want to see girls parading their boyfriends around to their games and acting like airheads because of it", "My general experience with that community has been nothing but positive" and "It is a normal league so get the [profanity] over it!"

I'm so angry with myself that I'm scared of the inevitable next question which is usually (by usually I mean the usual question after I tell people I got to Tuesday movies is), "What if they hit on you?" to which my response is "I don't mind" which could lead to "So are you...?"

*sighs*

Most of the weight is off my chest now but I still feel a bit like a can't breath. Thanks for reading. I am going to go eat some soup.

Love you ladies,

Dina

March and the scrabbled eggs in my noggin

Good afternoon ladies!

When I’m not doing anyone or anything else I like to do you so here goes…

Today I feel a bit conceited but not really upset about that. What’s the reason? I think I’m looking pretty damn fine today and it makes me feel great!

My new Ralph Lauren button-down (Thank you outlet stores!) is phenomenally warm for a dress shirt. I was very pleasantly surprised! It probably has something to do with the fact that it’s two times thicker than the average dress shirt and make of some material that is simultaneously crisp-looking and snugglable… My mind boggles and then stops as it focuses on more snuggling.

It’s March! Oh noes! Only one month left of class? The horror and concurrent joy in that statement is a bit overwhelming. One more month and we’re that much closer to four months of freedom but also only one more month, this one, until the return of exams… DUN DUN DUH!

I don’t want to think about it but it keeps popping up like that creepy jack-in-the-box that no one winds up but still manages to pop up and scare the living shit out of you.

Some Slytherclaw sayings:

I think therefore I am dangerous.

Smarter than you and smug about it.

It’s not impossible, it’s just stupid.

Sometimes I think life would be easier if I weren’t so fabulous.

Knowledge is power and power corrupts so study hard and be evil.

I particularly enjoy that last one because it is basically my life in psychology of evil.

Valerie, I hope you get better soon and that drinking all that tea helps.

Michele, get your ass on the blog with some posts and comments. Also, I read your quote that made it onto Dawn’s funny wall and laughed.

Dawn, you’re a nutbar. I like it.

Much love ladies,

Dina