Chinese Food Rocks!

So, yesterday was a rollercoaster of emotion. First I woke up and did another practice test for the GRE before my mom and sisters got here to support me. So, I was feeling a little loopy and breakdownish and by the time they arrived I was so nervous I couldn't get breath and I thought I was going to puke. But, I was excited and sat with them for a few minutes before it was time to go to the dreaded GRE (duh duuuhn)

So I show up there and I have to wait in this big room with a few other people looking stressed and probably as freaked out as me. They make you come a half hour early to psych you out I think. You get to see all the other people come out of the test all weird and upset.

Anyways...how did I do? I totally sucked on the vocab part (I'd rather not give an exact score, but lets just say it was below average) and I rocked the math part (pretty far above average). So pretty much, grad schools are going to think I am foreign and I can't speak english but I could calculate up a storm! haha...so it's over. If I get into grad school good, If I don't I'm takin a year off and I'll try again.

But! We found the best place to get chinese food in waterloo. It was soo good and I pigged out. I even stole some of the leftovers. I might have them for breakfast. I friggin love chinese food. I got to hang out with my mama dukes and my sisters for a whole day. It was fabulous. Overall, a great day. And I slept soo much last night, I didn't look stoned this morning. So good.

I hope everyones doing well (and remembered daylight savings)

If your having a bad day then maybe this will help;

My roommate Paul came home last night from the bar all hammered and spent a good part of the evening puking in my bathroom. I was luckily asleep because I would have probably been really scary looking to a drunk person hanging over them saying things like "You know you've gotta clean that up right?" In a creepy Halloween voice. Haha, but I got warning via a note under my door to not enter the bathroom, so Paul will get a little talking to this morning. He didn't leave mass amount of partially digested food on the floor (like the last guy) so I wont bang on his door and make him do it at 7am. haha I'll let him sleep off a bit of his hangover first. This should be a fun day.

When I enjoyed studying...

This is a picture from last year, when I used to enjoy studying (yeah yeah, I know...). I now look something like this:

My brain is fried, and I can't fit any more in. I messed up my NSERC application, and I have only a few hours to fix it. I can't wait until Christmas, and right now 6 weeks is feeling like a lifetime away.

I am a cramming machine!!!

HAHA

So, this weekend I spent the exact same way I spent last weekend. I was in the science building cramming for the GRE's. Now the funny thing is, I had an exam this morning, and I couldn't decide how to use my time the best. I decided to go to school anyways and do some GRE stuff and then work on Cell Bio (which was what I had my exam for) in the evening. Now, those of you that know me know that I like to have sufficient time to study for my exams. I like to spend a week or so making cue cards and writing out definitions etc. so that I can make the information stick in my head. This is after I have read the textbook and been to lecture and it's usually enough to pull out a decent grade. But last night (in the 25th hour of GRE cramming for this weekend) I decided I needed food at about 8pm. That's when I packed up and walked home. On my way I remembered that I have an exam tomorrow...crap.

Cell Bio is a special case. I cracked the spine of the textbook and took the plastic off of it about a week ago. This is NOT good. But, it's been getting the crap end of the deal since I feel I have better things to be doing. So this morning I woke up, learned about 12 words that all mean "timid" on my walk to school. Had my TA meeting, and got another book for GRE studying (book #4, yikes!) and got a coffee (gas in the tank).

I went to my exam, and I think I was still asleep. Anyways I wrote it and forgot about it within the same 5 minutes. I got another coffee and went about my day. Well here is where the story gets good...

I went to my tutorial for cell bio this afternoon, and we went over the answers to the exam. Haha...I got one question wrong. One Question! that's 98% on an exam that I didn't study for. And what did I do...I beat myself up for about 10 minutes before realising how silly I was being. I don't deserve that 98%...but it was a stupid mistake. I said that DNA had a 6-carbon sugar. Duh! Like I haven't known the structure of DNA my whole life...anyways

So, tongiht I will tackle my new HUGE book for the GRE. I figure I'll try and make molehills out of mountins. But man am I tired.

PS. Great news! I'm finished exams on December 10th this year! 10th...I can't even beleive it. Some change from the 22nd (when I finished last year, at 9:00pm no less...) I'm pretty excited about it. Another 6 weeks and I'll be sipping hot chocolate and listening to chestnuts roasting by an open fire. Life is good.

Dream Maker

I had two particularily disturbing dreams last night. The first startled me awake at 4:46 am and left me awake for a good hour (which is a lot when you only have 5 hours to sleep. I should have just gotten up and done work, and then took a nap later. Anyways...

Dream 1:
I was living in a house alone I think and I decided I needed groceries. I don't remember doing them but I came home with them eventually and I opened the front door to find two of the hallway doors closed. I don't remember closing them, and I thought to myself (in my dream), "that's weired, I wonder if someone is in there". I am apparently much more brave in dreams than in real life cause I just walked in, looked around (open concept type living area) and there didn't seem to be anyone. But the back door was open. I don't know why, but I knew by this time that someone was there, I just told myself to relax. I dropped the groceries, and looked at the clock 8:08am. not bad...I got groceries done quick. Then I went to sit on the couch, but I turned around and looked at the window, and there was definitly a weird shape about the drapes. I knew someone was going to come out of them, but I couldn't move. A guy jumped out and ran at me with a knife, and stabbed me to death.
Weird eh?

Dream 2:
I was supposed to start a job at a preschool across the parking lot from my house (in dream world). And I somehow missed the time, but while I was talking in the parking lot, the house started smoking. It was on fire starting from the freezer? and there were a lot of people inside. A lot of children. And I remember running inside and grabbing kids (Anybody's Guess's Little Lucy included...weird) I got the people out at which point I realized that the fridge is directly under my bedroom and I wouldn't be able to go get any of my things. Now I wasn't worried about any of the things I could replace. I'm talking about Baby Beans, and Clown Pictures (made in the family) and childhood things that are irriplacable. I was bawling and screaming in the parking lot that I wanted to go back inside but noone would let me, and then I woke up. Weird.

So, long story short, I think I need to sleep less. Clearly if I have this much time for REM sleep, I am spoiling myself with rest. And next time, no crackers before bed...

Aimee

Grandiloquent and Loquacious

I have spent 20 of the last 36 hours studying for the stupid GREs. I hate math, and I forget how to do finite. I never learned to do square roots by hand, and I never had to memorize the abstruse formulas that accompany geometry. And as you can probably tell by now, I am expected to beef up my vocabulary with riduculous numbers of words that I will never ever use again for the rest of my life.

What I noticed today about Sundays...
- nobody wakes up before eight with the exception of a security guard, and a random walking around looking confused with no shoes on (this person may not have actually woken up...they might just still be up)
- booster juice isn't open until noon
- Noodle Hut doesn't open at all

Anyways, I have an essay due tomorrow that I should probably wright. Sorry about the lack of blogs, but you know how it is...

Some Random Words For Boring (brought to you by the human thesaurus...or soon to be)
1. banal
2. cliched
3. fatuous
4. hackneyed
5. insipd
6. mundane
7. pedestrian
8. platitude
9. prosaic
10. quotidian
11. trite

I'm scared

I just booked my GRE test...and I'm feeling rather ill about it. It's October 29th at noon.
Anyways, no more breaks, I must hit the books.

Meme Tag...

My 23rd blog doesn't have 5 sentences, so I picked my 24th blog. The fifth sentance is:

"I think the govrnment is doing testing on the city of Waterloo"

And I stand by this theory. In fact the army was in the "park" again the other day. They all get together and block the people from seeing while they plant machines in the concrete and wait for the machine to take effect. I still haven't figured out exactly what it does, but I am pretty sure it has something to do with the weather.

Anyways,

While I'm blogging, I'll let mama dukes know that my cell bio presentation went very well I think. My TA said "It is clear to me that each person in your group did more work than any of the other groups 5 people combined" I think this was a good thing...

Anyways, I have to write a discussion about suicide for my class. It's due in a couple hours :P

Where's the "line" that shouldn't be crossed?

So, it all started a week ago today, when I was sitting in a lecture student presentation on diabetes type II. At the end of a (in my oppinion) not-so-informative seminar, the students decided to include a sort of David Letterman top 10 list of "reasons why its cool to have diabetes" or something to this effect. Included in this list were reasons such as
"When out with friends, you always get the last say on places to eat"
"You have an excuse for spouting off obsenities"
and
"Women taste better, or so I'm told..."
Now this last one is where I would say the "line" has been crossed. They were referring to oral sex on a woman, I assume. What else would they be trying to say? So I felt a bit offended. I thought maybe it was their way of trying to make the presentation interesting, and yet this is all I remember. Not effective.

So, today I'm sitting in lecture, and in 50 minutes, spoken (and in some cases acted out) by the proffesor I heard the phrases
"slut"
"whore"
"fuck me"
"castrating bitches"
and some others...this is crossing the "line" in my oppinion. I understand why he chose to use these phrases. He was trying to make the material more salient or memorable (again, I assume), but come on now...

I was under the impression that I was educated. Sitting in a lecture hall and spouting off this profanity made me lose all course content and focus on my disbeleif of what was being said. I can't beleive that a group of 3rd and 4th year university students couldn't have grasped that concept any other way. So I'm perturbed.