It’s 3:30AM

THIS IS ME

Except with maybe more twitches because coffee.

If you ever need something to do that’s not school…

…attempt to learn Afrikaans.

It is probably the hardest thing you will ever learn to do, especially if (like me) you’re a white Canadian chick with limited accent capability. It’s harder than learning Farsi. It’s harder than Punjabi. It’s harder than Hindi. (Don’t assume I have proficiency in any of those languages — I can speak two words of both the latter languages and about forty-six words in Farsi.)

But besides that, it sure is fun (read: frustrating as all get-out but at least you can pretend you’re Yo-Landi Vi$$er and feel mildly better about yourself while having increasing respect and awe for Die Antwoord) to make all those rolled [r]’s and glottal fricatives. Also the alphabet looks deceivingly similar to English, except it’s COMPLETELY MIXED UP which means you don’t know how to pronounce anything until you’ve heard it spoken by a legit Afrikaans-speaker.

Which I aim to be one day.

If I can ever remember that “V” is pronounced as “F”. Until then, geniet jao dag 😉

student lyfe blues

HELLO

Yesterday was my day to do homework.

Guess what I did.

Go on, guess.

The best art I’ve seen all week.
cred: joyreactor.com

…

No, it was not drinking (that was Thursday night (with friends) and Friday night (with Mom)).

No, it was not studying.

No, it was not homework.

I excavated myself a living space out of the knee-deep crap that has been accumulating for the past few weeks on my floor and other various flat surfaces. Applause, applause.

I then had band practice at my house, which I also cleaned like a mad-woman fifteen minutes before people arrived.

I was grumpy the whole day.

Generally speaking, when I get grumpy, I tend to avoid everything that makes sense and drown myself with pizza and doughnuts until I fall into a less-than-content grease coma while watching my favourite cheer-me-up movie, In Her Shoes.

What do you like to do when wading through student lyfe gets you down?

IT’S MIDTERMS

THE MID IS NIGH
I AM AWFUL AT BLOGGING ON THIS BLOG

Hello. I really think Scott should pick up some of the slack here, don’t you? I mean, really. Though he is taking harder courses than me this semester, I suppose. Still. It’s exam season. That practically begs for daily posting. Not that I’m actually going to do that, because invariably I assume that each day equals at least two and a half days. It’s Wednesday morning, in case you didn’t realize. 

Currently, my midterm situation is TWO DOWN ONE TO GO AND ONLY ONE MORE PAPER AWW YISS

This semester is actually ridiculous on the deadlines front. I’ve handed in two “papers” (one was 1000 words, the other 1500, but you know the English department, always playing with hyperbole), which leaves one paper, a research project, and a bunch of bi-weekly linguistics assignments. Not too shabby. I’m trying to goad Scott into complaining about his exam schedule, even though I don’t even know what it is. I’m sure it’s worse than mine. 

So about those sugar cookies. I went on a baking spree on Saturday. I made cookies. Lots and lots of cookies. Much, much better than studying, or prepping for exams, or doing required readings. Because of reasons. And…and Batman. 

Sugar cookies have never been more fangirled over.

Happy Midterms Season, Ladles and Gentleforks. Now hit the booze–I mean, books.

Shauna Reads My Mind

AND BECAUSE OF THAT SHE IS AWESOME (among a virtual ball pool of reasons). Read this. Enjoy this. Write this in the back page of your Bible/Qur’an/Torah/spellbook/grandmother’s recipe book because you will never have another excuse to hate Valentines Day again. Plus, her post  more persuasive than my half-sober V-day post. Love all ’round, pandas.

20 Reasons Valentine’s Day Actually DOESN’T Suck. (Really. Seriously.).

(It is Two Whole Days after Valentines Day. I feel no twinges of shame. There’s still time to buy discount lindor truffles.)

This Takes Longer Than I Thought

That’s what she said.

This week, I mean. IT’S STILL ONLY TUESDAY

WHEN WILL IT BE FRIDAY EVENING

I don’t even have a bad week ahead of me, relatively. I only have one more assignment due (on Thursday), and I’m pretty sure I have a quiz tomorrow morning. But other than that? Work. Work on Thursday and Friday. Friday…even typing Friday makes me perk up and then slump back into my sleep-deprived coma-like apathy. Reading break seems like a mirage on a distant horizon.

I will bake so many things on reading break. I might read a little too, seeing as I have a bunch of midterms directly afterwards. Always a good thing to be prepared for those. Might do a little bit of sewing too, and reorganizing ye olde bedroom. Maybe paint a little. Learn a song on guitar (wish me luck, this is a larger obstacle than I make it out to be).

DOES THAT NOT SOUND LIKE A MIRAGE?

Hold tight, all you uni students. The break is near. As soon as Friday evening rears its glorious, Netflix-laden head.

Amelie ❤
Photo/Drawing Cred: http://www.animationschooldaily.com

Pants, Mondays, and Me

That should probably read Pants&Mondays vs. Me.

Monday is such a universally frowned-upon day that I feel I should cut it a little slack, you know? Send some love its way. But then I think, if it weren’t for Monday, I wouldn’t have to wear pants.

And that’s a big deal. Especially since I wore pants yesterday. And after everything that happened this weekend, it would be tres fantastique if I could have just one more day to roll around the house pantsless. Sweatpants are okay, ’cause I don’t really consider them real-world clothes. But real live jeans/cords/dress pants? WHY

I think it’s just the awful duo of Mondays and Pants that heralds the return of responsibilities, early mornings, class, notes, and deadlines that just provokes a serious dislike for the start of the new week. Beginnings are supposed to be happy, but somehow I just can’t bring myself to usher in the week-before-reading-break week with a whole lotta panache.

But hey. That’s Mondays for ya.

^this.

THIS IS THURSDAY

THIS IS ME
HELLO THURSDAY

What Day Is It Again?

Every day this week. I honestly don’t have a clue. There might have been a Monday, but I definitely thought Tuesday was Thursday. Actually, I thought Wednesday was Thursday too. Maybe I’ll finally catch up when it hits midnight tonight and it actually becomes Thursday. Lord knows what I’ll do on Friday. Probably think it’s still Thursday.

MAYBE IT’S A SIGN

MAYBE I’M HAVING A PREMONITION

MAYBE SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN ON THURSDAY

I’m psyching myself out (cue lolz for funny puns, I’m working on a psych assignment right now).

Toodles poodles ❤

…poodles. Is anyone here offended by the endearment “poodles”?

Toy Poodle: Matrix Edition
photo cred: animal.discovery.com

…I might be.

Poetry Musings and Monday Night Parties

Hello my dear little pumpernickel-pies!

I ended up taking a nap last night instead of going to sleep. I think that after last semester I’ve brainwashed myself into thinking that all homework is so unpleasant that it should be put off to the very last possible hour, but the last two assignments I’ve been working on have actually been rather fun once I got into them. Nothing like reading a completely obscure poem and realizing halfway through the writing slog that the author meant it as a mocking tirade to his critics instead of a pretty nature poem about England. At least, that’s how I think he meant it. 

If you’ve looked at this post before and read the poem, I apologize; I realized that since we only submitted the first submission today I am still in blinders about any other information regarding the poem. Once the final submission is handed in, then I can spread it all over the web. Here’s a haiku instead:

you thought you saw “poem”
you expected poem, right?
sadly, none for you.

Anyways, I have readings to do, and a strong urge to drink through much of my closet stash of booze whilst I do it. Maybe that’s the 2 hours of sleep talking, but I think it sounds like a fantastic idea. That way, if anyone asks me to drive them places or run errands for them, I’ll just swivel my desk chair around and look at them dumbly before saying
“But….I’m drunk.”

End of story.