It's getting to be that time again. Crunch time... for students. (Those of you aren't students, be jealous. Not.) Therefore, my thoughts are anywhere else than homework. Isn't that always how it works? So basically this post is just a random list of thoughts that have gone through my head today while avoiding all subjects homework:
For Kirsten: Maaan, you are really going to LOVE your birthday present. Me and Sarah rock at late night Wal-Mart shopping.
For the stupid weather: Dude, I bought new flats yesterday, and now you rain?! Come on.
For the gym: I hate you.
For the Fruit Gushers I finished off yesterday: I love you.
For all you KK fans (you know who you are): WHEN ARE CODY AND BAILEY FINALLY GOING TO BE TOGETHER?! Thirteen novels is enough already!
For the Angry Birds App on my iPhone: It is simply impossible to pass this stupid game! 10 four hour lecture classes, and I still only have half the stars!! ARG!
....So. How's your day going?
Yellow! So I realized I haven't done a gLee post in awhile, so I figured it was about time for one...even though that show is getting uber weird. However, the music is still fantastic, so yes, I watch it.
Anyway, in recent months I have come across some...hmmm...bullying, I guess you would say. Now don't get your panties in a knot right away, I'm not the one DOING the bullying. It's actually happening in one of my university courses. As a third year university student, I thought I was passed this elementary attitude; however, a few of my classmates and I have discovered that's not the case. We are being bullied.
Wow, that sounds pathetic. Now, since you're all worrying about my mental state (which if you only started doing that now, you have some catching up to do) you shouldn't. I actually find it kind of humourous. A person (who will obviously remain nameless) in one of my classes is bullying...about 3/4 of the class about our creative writing. Normally, I would be angry, upset, or shocked, but instead I found a song to cope. Ha! Glee's new song: Loser Like Me. (Click the title and put your mind to rest about my fragile emotions).
Enjoy.
As promised, I'm back; however, not on a rainy day. For once. Spring has sprung (see earlier post) and the sun is shining! ANYWAYS...
Sunday, moments after I completed my last update, I was given the gracious gift of more blogging material. Now, this doesn't happen very often, where it's just handed to me...like one silver platter. It was awesome. But I digress.
Carissa, my BFF (of many other BFFs, as I'm lucky enough to have several), and I figure we should Skype. Just for kicks. This is where you put yourselves in the moment...
Bliiiing! Bliiiing! (OR if you have the new Skype: Boo beep boo beep, boo beep boo beep)
Whitney: Hello! (turns on webcam and her face appears on screen)
Carissa's face appears on screen, her mouth moving in contorted ways but no sound comes through my speakers.
Whitney: Umm... (furrows her brow as she watches the contortions on the other end)
Carissa: throws her hands up, opening her mouth wider as if she is yelling at me.
This was our first indication something wasn't right. Obviously, audio-wise, we had some work to do. So, after about 15 minutes of tinkering, Carissa's contortions bellow sound through my speakers. I celebrate with a "Woooo!"
Whitney: Wooooo!
Carissa: Umm... are you saying something to me because it looks like your lips are moving and you're throwing your hands up, but I hear nothing.
Now I'm making weirdo contortions with my lips, opening my mouth in a more distinct way as if that will help her hear me.
Carissa: Still nothing.
So the dance continues for about another 15 minutes, as I search around on my new laptop for some sort of audio menu: it's like I was working with a PC. Jeepers.
UNTIL Carissa states: Oh.
Whitney: Oh what? (Yes, I'm still speaking to her even though I was probably just going to be seen making clown faces on her end)
Carissa: I had it on the wrong setting. I can hear you now.
Hey! So it's been awhile...with good reason. We had a rather stressful week on our hands with the robbery and such. But now I'm back!
Contrary to my hometowners (you know who you are), spring has arrived in the Lower Mainland. Do you want to know how I know that (besides the fact that March 21 is tomorrow)? Well, I tell you because now that you sassed me in your mind, I'm going to prove you wrong. Ha! The reason IS because my allergies have also arrived. Not-so-yay.
Do you know those Claritin commercials where these moms who are incapable of taking their children outside because their head has become un-proportionately swollen, where their nose is red, their eyes are watery, and they're scratching at their ears and throats like vultures on a corpse? Well, it's kinda like that. But hopefully, just like in the commercials, a layer of my world will be peeled off and grassy meadows and blooming wildflowers will be at my fingertips.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to the drugstore. Good day.
Well, most of you Facebook friends are aware of my recent encounter. If you're not a fb friend then: welcome to my life.
Ryan and I were robbed.
LAMESAUCE!
Everything from laptops to cameras to jewellery is gonzo. Completely gonzo. I'm not sure your getting the full full effect here. Let me rephrase it:
$16, 000 of our stuff is gone.
Got it? Good. I just wanted to make sure. And I'm sure that you all want the full story. (Don't worry, I type fast)...haha
Yesterday, at exactly noon Ryan, me and my mom left the condo to go for lunch. A nice, lovely, calm, tasty lunch. At 1:35pm, we drop off my mother at the spa (go figure:P) and head home. As I approach our door, I noticed it was opened. PANIC. (panic lasted about 10 minutes...not really sure what happened, so I'm just labelling it 'panic') They had dumped and emptied every box, basket, drawer, and shelf in the entire apartment. "Proof", you say? Viola:
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What you see here is my closet. This is basically what our entire place looked like. Perhaps a resemblance of something you might see on 'Hoarders' or in a bachelor pad... Anyways, so police arrive, we debrief, she (the cop) gives no assurance and leaves. We clean up the mess--approximately, an hour or so for the basics, and we discover more things missing. However, I did recover my flashdrive with my assignments and one camera card of last year (we did not recover any of Summer 2010, honeymoon photos, or pictures of my newborn niece).The locksmith arrives; he guarantees this new lock is much safer than the $45 deadbolt that was on there in the first place. Yada, yada, yada. I still feel unsafe.
So that's about it. Yes, we have insurance, and yes, I'm typing this on my new laptop. To be honest, I miss my old one. My pictures, my music, my dirty finger grease that covered the screen and the keyboard.
I'm sad. Surprisingly, I'm not mad. Jesus knows who they are. Thievery, schmievery. It's just stuff.
Fun Fact: Dog Days are the hottest days of summer. Just FYI. And thanks to Wikipedia, they've narrowed it down to a week between July and September. Awesome. (sarcasm). That is, of course, for the Northern Hemisphere only, while Brazil builds igloos in +20'C. Poor them.
Anyways, just one of those days where homework becomes completely overwhelming, so much of my time is spent on YouTube and iTunes. Bah, the humanity of consumerism!
Sadly, that's all of have for you. Unless you wish to click HERE for the most fascinating music video. Do it.
Enjoy the Southern Hemiphere's Dog Days, everyone!
