of the three classes i have today, i have only completed the homework for one. i suck.

Thanks to Derek for teaching me how to play Civ 3. Derek rocks.

Spinning class was brutal today. I am not sure how i am going to get up the stairs to my next class.

Check out the Phallic Logo Awards. I cannot believe the winner is an actual logo.

This has been a weird week. On Wednesday a “sans-abri” starting yelling at me because “c’mon, you’re gorgeous…you could at least give me a smile.” Ok…. Homeless people don’t have the money for glasses.

Then, yesterday, on the way to meet my Dad, there was a smelly homeless guy on the metro car with a million plastic bags staring at me. I was creeped out. After three stops he stood up, walked over and “voulais juste me dire que je suis une tres belle femme.” Ok…. What the hell?

My MSN messenger is on the fritz. Sort of like my ability to connect from the Liberal Arts College. Ah well. I have been a bitch lately…stress? PMS? My natural tendency? Likely much of both…none of which provide me with an excuse. I am sorry.

The to-do list is growing. Staying up until all hours of the morning is not helping me keep up. I need to get through theme-week-end and then cloister myself. If only I were actually as smart (or pretty) as Heloise. I could also use an Abelard. There is nothing like insurmountable intellectual workload to make you feel alienated. I love yoga. I didn’t used to, but these days, I do. Even if I did almost throw out my back last Tuesday. Let’s hope today goes better.

Tonight there is a lecture on Heidegger. I have not gotten home before 8pm once this week. Maybe that is why I am so tired. I should be working on my draft for my thesis – due right after the break. Ugh. I think I need to start skipping classes.

The wireless is down at school this week. We do not know for how long. I have not fallen off the face of the planet.

My Thursday was wonderful:

5:15pm: show up for tail end of LAC coffee hour (free cookies)

5:35pm: Mother Hubbard’s cupboard for Vegan food for a $2 donation (yummy humus, mango tofu and black bean main dish, pilaf and maple cake - yum)

6:00pm: Classics Department Wine and Cheese (lots of both untll i was tipsy and full)

9:00pm: Students of History at Concordia Pub Night at Brutopia (one free beer)

10:45pm: Walking home tipsy.

No homework done, but still a feeling of accomplishment.

I may not be allowed to bake, but try and stop me from putzing around in the kitchen. After shoveling out 2, yes 2, parking spaces on the street (and realizing I am going to have to get up before 7am tomorrow to move the car so they can clean the street), I came home to leftover mac and cheese.

I’ve had four limes in my fridge since New Year’s – I was hopeful someone would bring tequila – and finally decided to do something with them. After cutting one up and putting it into my huge glass of Diet Coke (CAFFEINE!), I made lime-ade. It came out pretty well. May do it again. If only I could come up with something to do with those potatoes…

Somehow it is already 8pm. I don’t understand. I guess there won’t be much sleeping going on tonight. Damnation.

It is 3:50 am and I just exhausted every possible correspondent. I love writing letters with a pen and paper. I even wrote a “in case of the unforeseen” to my parents. It was a nice exercise. If I get hit by a car tomorrow, they will know I love them. Haha. I can cross the street without dread now.

I picked a Fate to work on for my honours thesis this evening – I am going to work on Nero. One item is check off the to-do list.

Thank God I do not have the internet right now. I can feel the temptation to spend the entire night on facebook.

Things you wouldn’t hear today: An American singing “See You in Cuba.” I am listening to Nat King Cole. This is a reminder to self to look up when this song was written.

Reading for HIST 381, I finally understand where the expression “when the blind lead the blind,” in Matthew 15:14 the sentence finishes “both will fall in the ditch.” I understood it before, but didn’t know where it came from. I wish I had a Bible here to look it up.b

I just organized all my movies, documents and pictures. I had been wanting to do this for a while, but that is not a particularly good excuse for why I am not working on either the assigned readings for this week or the oral I should be researching. Note that I am blogging yet again. I am backdating this, but it was originally written at 1:08am on a Sunday morning.

When I went to pick up Robert’s groceries for him I discovered that the Maxi was having its dollar sale. I picked up some essentials and then headed over to visit the grandmother. An offer of free BBQ chicken was too enticing to pass up so I spent the afternoon there. Since then my microwave and fridge have died (I do imagine it is likely just a breaker but neither I nor the man I had look at it can figure out which one it is and I don’t want to throw them all until I warn the other people who live in the house). It is very cold in my apartment and I am thinking of relocating to under the heated blanket on my bed but am afraid of falling asleep as soon as I get cozy. That IS the usual pattern. I think I will give it a shot nonetheless, just in case. Besides, I can’t really feel my feet anymore, so I don’t have much choice. I am wearing both socks and slippers. I think the front door needs to be replaced. The draft is insane and though this is the first night it has gotten really cold, it isn’t as cold as it usually is at this time of year. Luckily, my heating bill is included in my rent, otherwise I would be in one state of panic.

Update: fridge defrosted all over the floor. what a wonderful way to start the morning!

Just went outside into the cold (ha – cold, it’s like the warmest winter ever) to try and wake up a little before the last two hours of homework. It is the prettiest night. The sky is that combination of light and dark pink that once scared me so much when I first noticed it. We were at McDonald’s and, not being used to the out of doors at this hour, I was scared the world was coming to an end as I munched on the fries that accompanied a Big Mac. Steve couldn’t believe I had never noticed before. I like this part of Westmount. All the house lined up in a row yet not the same. The trees without their leaves stretching towards the sky. The cold is invigorating. I am going to go brush my teeth and rinse the hot chocolate residue out of my thermos.

I don’t have problems with the fruit nor being taken out to dinner by men, but rather the date: as in the statement of time.

In the past two weeks, i have not once managed to type out the date without first writing “December” instead of January. I am stuck in 2006. I cannot believe last semester is over. I cannot believe i need to hand in a draft for my honours thesis in almost exactly a month.

I spent Friday night mostly watching the TV shows i missed this past week because i don’t have cable nor access to downloading capability in town. This was despite my having been reduced to tears over the lack of productivity. I have come up with a solution, however, and am putting it into practice. I will be a machine. I am a machine. I still have quite a few things that need to be accomplished before i can head back into town, but i am working on getting there. First thing to be done is complete the assignment i never did last week. then i need to pack a bag. then i need to go pick up my brother some miscellaneous groceries. then i go visit my grandmother for 45 minutes. then i go pick up books i left with Eric by accident. then i head into town. tomorrow i MUST finally go grocery shopping for me. i cannot live on Ramen noodles forever.