The hypocrondriac.

My breakfast this morning consisted of toast with nutella and blueberry smiley faces on top and chicken fingers on the side.

I have the incredible urge to start the new journal I bought yesterday even though my current one isn't full yet. I seem to do this all the time with journals; especially when I feel like I've hit a new stage in life. Stage, what stage? I'm the only one of my roommates who does not live on the stage. Is it a waste of paper to start a new one or an artist statement?

always a snow storm, never a snow day.

Whenever it seems to be snowing a bit there will usually be a snow warning for Waterloo-Wellington; but never Guelph it seems.


My lovely father bought me Shampoo Planet by Douglas Coupland, which I started reading regardless that I have numerous other books - mostly study- that I've been meaning to read. But c'mon, Douglas Coupland? Always great.

She Loves You will always be my favourite Beatles song and I think I'll bring hot chocolate to campus with me.

Ta.

Y = (Q+R) (Q+R) = QR + RQ

So, lovely people, I have been snuck [well, not so secretly snuck as I walked in casually] into Kyleman's engineering seminar, which is quite exciting for someone in art.

Actually I don't really understand it, especially since the TA seems to have little or no confidence or voice and yet gets upset when people talk when no one can really hear him aside from these two brownnosers [I've been informed that they are indeed brownnosers; I can spot a brownnoser from a mile away regardless] who seem to be answering equations [see entry title]. Another reason of my not understanding is because there are all these equations going up that seem to have no numbers whatsoever but instead are just comprised of letters so really I have no idea what C or D or A right down to Z really are equivalent to other than the letters before and after B. And what does B equal? B is equal to B, that's what. Kyle just read over my shoulder and instead of explaining it to me, just chuckled. Thanks a lot. Now he's reading over my shoulder about reading over my shoulder and has decided to give me a history lesson.

This is apparently polylimerical algebra. Oh no, bullion....no wait. Boolean [my name for it was better]; named after this guy named George Boole.

And that was the end of my history lesson. He deferred me to the Wikipedia page.

But let me give you an example of a question going on right now [or atleast is up on the board]:

4-3. Change the gate in problem 4-2 to a NOR gate, and simplify the circuit using Boolean algebra.

What's the answer? I have no idea. It's just like being back in grade 11 math: I'm clueless.

a hazy shade of winter.

Whenever attempting to write an email to my gramma [who is not really my gramma but is my stepfather's mother and officially declared herself my Gramma 3 after my Dodie passed away] I never know exactly how to start. Or how to end for that matter. It's hard to know what is exactly appropriate and what isn't for an adoptive grandmother to hear and respond to.

That is why I'm instead making a list [or two] instead.

Top 5 Cartoons The Man Doesn't Play Anymore and I Miss:

5. Talespin
4. Pepper-Ann
3. Aladdin
2. Duck Tales
1. Darkwing Duck.

Five Favourite Things About Winter

5. Copious amounts of hot chocolate and tea are acceptable [and egg nog]
4. Cuddling with lots of blankets
3. Stockings and flannel.
2. Quiet snow storms
1. The cold pinching your cheeks.

The end. Time to make dinner.

vibrating at the speed of light

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Because I love you,
I'll stick with you like glue.

Womanizer

a) the All American Rejects cover of Womanizer is quite lovely, especially to watch the video of. I love the things that A.T shows me on youtube.

b) one of my favourite things for dinner, and in the top 5 of comfort foods for me, is bangers and mash: aka sausages and mashed potatoes. My only problem lately in making it is getting the potatoes and sausages timed so they're both ready at the same time.

c) the thought that one of my insaner in a not so good way roommate thinks that having jars with dry ingredients in them makes her feel more like a chef makes little to no sense to me and makes me think she confuses the idea of being a chief with jars as being a home decor person with jars.

d) I hate when you're spooning hot chocolate powder into cups and some gets up your nose. It makes me wonder why people willingly sniff powders up their nose.

e) British comedy completely rocks my socks. When I was little, Friday nights [or was it Tuesday nights?] were spent with my mum watching back-to-back BBC series like Are You Being Served, Keeping Up Appearances and Blackadder. From that I expanded to the always great Monty Python [I really am a bit of a fanatic] to Rowan Atkinson in general, to A Bit of Fry and Laurie which is currently my favourite youtube addiction [and which I made Kyle download all the seasons for me] as shown here:



Although I would have to say that this video is really the bees knees:



f) I may have added bad milk to my hot chocolate [and mashed potatoes actually] even though Sonia warned me and I put it in anyways. It'll serve me right to wake up with my stomach curdled.

g) Sundays mix me with bittersweet feelings. One of my favourite Sundays involved my bed, rain, a fogged up window and my boy. Now, don't make insinuations, lovlies, because I probably won't deny them.

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum

Tonight my lovely roommate Sonia and I decided to change the world. Actually two boys who came to our door made us decide to change the world. Normally I barely let door-to-door people talk much/I won't answer the door but these two lovely gentlemen from Plan Canada asked us to sponsor a child and we just couldn't say no, especially since I've wanted to do something like this for a while; and because I don't stay in Guelph through the summer I am unfit to be a Big Sister.

So Sonia and I are now proud pseudo-mothers of Selvin Hose of Honduras. Who, really, reminds me of my little brother [who I believe is around the same age] and probably is why my heart melted slightly.

Really? $1 a day = .50 cents per Sonia and I a day = roughly $35 a month = a reason to cut down on my caffeine intake at school and, you know, the cream cheese danishes I love so much.

A.T basically FREAKED on us when he got home, saying, "I LEAVE YOU TWO ALONE FOR AN HOUR AND YOU SPONSOR A CHILD!"

It made me giggle.

130: Truly.

Truly one of my favourite things about winter is when it's briskly cold outside, it's newly dusk and I'm walking somewhere with a pleasant feeling throughout me and music blaring in my ear and usually completing my tranquil feelings. Tonight the song was The Crane Wife 3 by The Decemberists. In general, they make me very happy: tonight they made me extraordinarily happy.
On a side note, something I was proud of for its rebellious nature was wearing a UOIT tshirt to my UOG campus. Except no one could really read it because I was wearing a button up shirt over top. It wasn't as victorious as I thought it would be.

I've discovered there's a boy named Victor in one of my art classes which really makes me either want to make friends with him and then collaborate so we can create a hilarious production name like Victor[ia] Inc. or the likes [it also wants me to run away since the last Vi[k]tor I knew I highly disliked since he was annoying and thought we had a deep-rooted artistic, Ukrainian bond]. We will see.

On an end note, here is a video of Hugh Laurie singing a song entitled Little Girl, which is hilarious, that I found on the main youtube page when really I was going to search for another video I had in mind; but really? Who can refuse Hugh Laurie in his A Bit Of Fry and Laurie days? Not me, that's for sure.

and in that moment I swear we were infinite.

One of my loves is Star Wars; while I admit I'm not a junkie, or watch it on a regular basis, Star Wars when watched rocks my socks quite well. [Also the fact that the original Star Wars uses muppets just makes me love it more]

This is why I love Spike: the channel because every little while it will do a Star Wars marathon [a minute ago, A.T and I almost restarted an argument about whether Return of the Jedi, aka the episode with the ewoks, is the second or third in the trilogy which is an argument I firmly whooped his ass in a couple months ago - the last time we watched the exact same marathon] which is lovely.

Tomorrow will be the start of the second week back to classes - truly I wish it was still just the beginning of the weekend because honestly, my weekend was fabulous. Fabulous in that relatively nothing was accomplished and yet so many things were: one was going to see two of my darling roommates act in two hilarious 1 act plays and having our house invaded later that night by what seemed like a million drama kids [in a way I felt like a keen observer of drama society; I'm sure Kyle felt even more like an observer being the engineer kid that he is] for their cast party...after a little bit though, even documentary makers get tired of their subjects so we left with a bowl of popcorn and went to finish watching Read or Die and generally cuddling because we do that. A lot. The reason why my weekend was so fab was probably because of my fabbity-fab boyfriend, Kyleman.

The main point of that paragraph: it'll only be the second week of classes and already I'm dreading the workload. This semester is going to be very academic, what with my two art histories and english class: all three seem to be needing a lot of work and I'm sure I won't give them enough attention. I have a bad attention span when it comes to assigned readings.

I need to work on that.

On a last note, here's a secret from Postsecret which was one of my giggles for a day, even though the secret is a bit sad when you get past the giggling.

Blueberry pancakes are hard to turn down though.

Letters

Today two of my good girlfriends uploaded some pictures to Facebook from over Christmas and New Years Eve and I love them so much I thought I would share them! One of my regrets over break was I didn't have time to see everybody and everybody I did see I didn't see enough; so pictures that show the merriment we did have [like we ever have a bad time] give me great joy and giggles.

darling Brendan who I never get to see anymore because he goes to school far away.

dear Danilo, one of my bestest [yes, i know bestest isn't a real word, so sue me] friends, former locker buddy, Eastern European brother and too bloody tall.

This picure is quite epic and so I adore it. I also adore how Kyle and I are oblivious in the corner.

The hostess herself, darling Meggie.

Two of my favourite boys in one picture. Perfect.

We kept that fire going all night long.

Another one of my favourite boys: host, M. Finnegan.

I'll admit it: I'm usually always be the first to crash. I'm just not an all-night kind of person

Expect a post later. Maybe. I feel like if I add anything else to this post it won't make much sense so a new one is needed and will be written when I can actually type with two hands. Ta!

the remix to your techno beat.

Today Luck was a tricky little bugger [I do not refer to Luck as Lady Luck because really, Luck to me is more of a Puck-type figure in my mind and therefore definately not a lady] since when I showed up to my first and only class of the day - it was cancelled. Well then.

So instead I got textbooks - and what big textbooks they are! Mostly 19th century "serial novels," two of which are over 900 pages, one that doesn't look that bad and one they didn't have yet alongside two relatively moderate Modern Architecture books. It was my cheapest semester yet.

I did, however, follow one of my goals to start Bleak House, one of the 900 page books I picked up today [I am now at page 30], and spent a good two hours sitting in the library reading until I had to go meet the great Shakespeare Gang; which was glorious as always.

And speaking of the Shakespeare Gang, Nicole, probably my favourite blogger out there and luckily one of my friends let me make an appearance on her blog in the form of some book reviews and even let me break the boundaries and write about 3 books. Hurrah!

Earlier today when I had first got home and was settling into my room again a Miracles song started plating, which made me think, it would be lovely to listen to this genre of music [The Miracles, Temptations, Supremes, Chiffon, Bobby Darin, Buddy Holly, Drifters and Tommy Roe, etc.] for awhile. I'm going to make a playlist. Which I did - it's amazing how many songs I found that I thought fit into the genre, and how I determined which bands to put it or not. For example, Herman's Hermits did not make the cut - they're too 60s rock and would be classified more as Brit Rock and with early Beatles; it's the same with The Zombies and The Kinks. Sonny and Cher are close but too 60s rock.

Although I did put the Partridge Family, who I believe were more of the 70s. Oh well.

Homemade shortbread cookies were also consumed over the course of the night.
They were delicious.

acetophenomin

For the first little while that I woke up this morning, today just seemed like a day where staying in bed seemed like a great idea. A brilliant idea actually. And then I looked outside and saw the snow falling in that really pretty way that snow will fall when it's between a blizzard and barely any at all, and it made me want to just go stand out in it.

Which is probably half the reason why I now feel so energized about getting ready [if only I could decide what shirt to wear] and going outside [besides, it's only -1: one of my favourite temperatures]. Plus, I have a date with Nicole [and possibly the others of the 'Shakespeare Gang'] that I cannot break!

Unlike yesterday [which while not being too overall bad, was just excruciatingly long and therefore horrible: 10am to 10pm of class, people, is definitely not my thing] I have somewhat high hopes of today, if only for the day to end reasonably well [and early] with enough time for me to start reading Bleak House by Charles Dickens for my History of Literary Production class and perhaps finish Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk. And hot chocolate, hot chocolate is always lovely.

I feel like my problem this semester will be the fact that [unless my History of L.P. books completely fascinate me] I will get distracted by all these books I have cozening up together in my bookcase - two of them being other Chuck Palauhniuk books and now that I've discovered him, there will be no stopping my appetite for him [it's happened before, sad but true: Mordecai Richler, Robertson Davies, Margaret Atwood, Douglas Coupland, Teresa Medeiros, each devoured mercilessly by me in a rampage of need.

I get like that sometimes.

ABBA

ABBA is actually an acronym: Agnetha, Björn, Benny and Anni-Frid, the four people that are ABBA.

After writing my short picture post before this, I realized I wasn't completely done and decided to write another [I do things like that sometimes].

Have you ever listened to an extensive amount of Bee Gees? Some of their albums make you think of the Beatles, not disco.

I've been back at school for just over 24 hours now and I haven't unpacked yet. I should have started earlier but you know, whenever K-man leaves, the first few hours/night afterwards I inwardly have to adjust to being quite on my own - and can never get anything truly productive done [aside from feeding myself] and thus, I have not unpacked aside from my new iPOD stereo, laptop and external hard drive. And maybe a shirt. Well, his shirt. My latest ritual is making him leave me a shirt to wear incessantly and wear all the smell of him out of it until I have to exchange it for a fresh, Kyle-smelling one. I'm a girl, what can I say?

I am not that productive when I need to be.

One of my favourite things about beds is when they're all messy with lots of blankets and pillows on them, that's when I think they look the most comfortable - when they look rumpled and lived in, like someone's had a good sleep, a good time, a good snuggle with a good stuffed animal, that's when a bed looks most comfortable to me. I've made sure my bed in Guelph looks this way, and now my one at home.

Who needs a made bed?

I love the song 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover by Simon and Garfunkel. It was first given to me by Finnegan, a lovely boy who knows something about Simon and Garfunkel.

On the opposite end of the pole, Strawberry Gashes by Jack Off Jill is also brilliant; very emo, but quite lovely and delicate all at the same time.


It's now time to climb into my perfectly rumpled bed [class tomorrow morning, don'cha kno'] and sleep - even though I still feel like there are a million thoughts ramming themselves through my head in a very illogical pattern since I can't seem to keep any of them long enough to show them to you.

Goodnight.

food network.

Technically this entry might be a little late - I'm back at school now - but I wanted to flaunt in my room with it's newly placed inherited things at home. Such as the ambiance my two "new" lampshades have brought.

Also the lovely [slightly dusty] statue and wooden parrot

And my ceramic bird.

2009

Tor's New Year's Resolutions
- Listen to more Queen
- Sing in the shower more often
- Actually study
- Stop staying up so late
- Keep trying new vegetables
- Attempt to walk to or from school at least once a week [weather permitting]
- Draw more, like I used to.

If someone were to ask me: How has the first two days of the new year been for you? I would answer that it has been marvelous. There is nothing like bringing in the new year with friends, wine and dancing; accompanied by a 1pm breakfast [peameal bacon, hashbrowns, toast and apple juice] and a slightly hungover field trip to the ROM [with this exhibit that somewhat rocked my socks because I am Ukrainian, but gave Danny an excuse to tease me about that fact, and, of course, the Dinos and this one that I swear was never there before - but really could have been. All three exhibits rocked my socks].

And although we didn't get a picture this year [with new additions of Sam and K-man], we did do a take 2 of this picture:

Because of course, we had to stand on our own [heritage] countries. Although this year we had a very firm discussion about the true location of Ukraine [I've actually just looked up a map of Europe and discovered Ukraine is a bit further down and I should really be standing almost in the same spot of Danilo. I'm glad we're not Geography majors].

Also on New Years Day, K-man and I celebrated our 6-months - which is quite exciting if only for the two of us since it is the first time this has ever happened to either of us.

Today was the day we got to see We Will Rock You, my momma's birthday present for me, which was pretty fabulous. We Will Rock You reminded me of how much I love Queen and was almost concert like in the fact that my sternum was pounding along to the beat almost the entire time and that I could sing a-long quietly to myself. It was brilliant. I highly suggest anyone see it if you enjoy rock and roll, loud music and great theatrics. It was slightly corny in a way, but that just made it so much better. Plus the lead singers were amazing. Erica Peck's rendition of Somebody to Love almost made me cry [as did Bohemian Rhapsody, although that was just orgasmic in itself].

Knickers.