Orange You Glad I Didn't Say Banana

Returning from reading week at university has hit me with an asstonishing discovery. People will go to any length to get a tan.

I understand that in this day and age, it's considered "beautiful" to have golden bronzed skin, and quite honestly, I wish I could have a wicked tan all year round. But I can't get a tan in the summer so I'm probably just jelous but whatever, hear me out.

The girls bouncing around university this week practically ALL have a tan. Some of them have a more natural looking tan than others. There are some that scream "I used and entire bottle of turn-yourself orange by applying a whole bottle of self-tanner in 'totally dark' tone" But in any case, the girls are walking around with dark tans. And it's February.

And here's the kicker....I actually witnessed this conversation while easdropping on a couple of girls while standing in line for my Timmies coffee.

Girl #1: Oh my God, HI!! You look fantastic, where did you go over the break!?

Orange Girl: I went to Cuba, but it totally sucked cause like when we showed up it was like grey and stuff, and I guess we missed the sun cause it was like 90 degrees there the week before we came

Girl #1: Yeah, that does suck, that happened to me once...blah blah blah

Orange Girl: Yeah well I didn't really even want to go cause I've been there like six times, but I really needed to get a tan

Bah, I guess after paying like $1500 for a trip to cuba, it really sucked when she realized she could pay $12 and slather herself with self-tanner and another $10 to bleach her hair and get the same effect.

People are funny...

Update Blog

So, my life has been busy as usual, but I have been off of school for reading week, and hence have not blogged. Something about having few things to procrastinate makes blogging a little less fun. But I figured I'd pull the 'ol update blog to keep you all in the loop.

First and foremostly, I want to get into grad school at University of Toronto. For those of you who don't know, I had met with a prof from there that studies the function of sleep (we met for the first time a few weeks ago). He likes me and he wants to take me into his lab for the next two years but he can't seem to get me accepted for sure. It's a funding issue it seems, so the school needs to make sure they can guarentee me some sort of funding, cause God knows I already have enough debt.

But to make a long story a little-less-long, I met with him again last week, and I also met some of the people that work with (and around) him. We all chatted and had lunch at a pub in TO. It was quite a lot of fun, and he asked if I would work in the lab over the summer (assuming he gets funding to accept me) which is fan-freakin-tabulous because it means I don't have to sit and cry every day looking for a summer job for 3 months...but it all rides on if I get in.

Also...I hate my computer. It is slow and heavy, and for these reasons I avoid dragging it around with me whenever possible. This is the reason why I didn't have the program I needed to write my paper over reading week, and subsequently the reason why I pulled yet another all-nighter trying to finish the paper on Sunday night. My computer / internet was soo slow that it wouldn't load a single page last night. I couldn't even check my email. So, this morning I came to school bright and early intending to finish it up. BUT after 2 hours work saving reference articles to the desktop (to be emailed when I was finished) someone turned off my computer! You see, I was in a public computer lab and people in university aren't always that bright...so I lost everything.

So, to sum it all up...I need to get accepted to grad school so I can go and buy a laptop. It's not cheap but I have wanted one for a very long time, and I promised myself in 3rd year university that if (and when) I finally get the acceptence letter saying that one day I'll make a whole lot of money and be able to pay off my student loans, that I will invest. And I will be happy to be rid of floppy discs, emailing myself a hundred times a day, sharing shitty internet with 7 people, and loosing work because university kids are morons. And that's that.

In other news, my baby (ie Honey) got a little infection in her belly stitches (from when she got spayed) so she was a little sore, and needed to be tended to. Grandma (ie. my mama dukes) took her to the vet to get fixed up. They popped the boyle (eew) and put her on antibiotics. She's getting better already, and is as cute as ever.

My sister and Matt celebrated their one-year anniversary this week. Congrats!

It's mama dukes' birthday in 6 days :)

And...I am officially finished school in 54 days and counting...

Life is good...

98...99...100!! 100 Blogger Posts! (MuAhHaHa)

I have now officially written 100 Posts!!

Anyways...

My friend from School sent me this and I just thought it was an interesting way to see how you appear outwardly to others...

http://kevan.org/johari?name=Aimee+C

So I'm interested and I think to be nice you should do it.
AND I'll assume if you don't do it then you don't read my blog (which may be offensive :P)

So all the closet-readers should do it too, just to kill two birds with one stone (ie. let me know who reads this, and see what they think of me)

Don't be scared to tell the truth.
Really, I can't improve when I don't know, ya know?

Valentines Day!

Crap...it's like the 16th and I forgot to tell you all about my romantic Valentines day (*rolls eyes*)

So, last Saterday my boyfriend comes to see me.
He brings me daisys (my favorite flower)

Note: lucky thing he brought flowers cause I was ready to yell at him for being late (again...)

He takes me out for a romantic dinner (at pizza hut, oh yeah!)

We decide to stay in and rent a movie, as we rarely get to see each other for any quality time (ie. not rushing to finish some on-line assignment or essay that's due at 9AM etc)

So we go to Blockbuster and realize that this isn't the 90's and so all the movies are on DVD, and I'm still living in the 90's and so I don't own a DVD player.

So he offers to buy me a DVD player.
He did (and it has a remote control!)

Anyways...Flash forward to February 14th (actual Valentines day)

I'm studying for my exam and I get a phone call. It's like 10:30 PM so I'm wondring who it is.
I pick it up.

Me: "Hello?"
BF: "Hey, Happy Valentine's Day"
Me: "yeah you too. what's up? how was your day?"
BF: "um, ok I guess"
Me: "what you doing?"
BF: "oh just drinking some beers with my cousin and some friends. I think we're going to the titty bar!"
Me: "Greg, did you call me on Valentines Day to tell me your going to the strip club...?"
Click....

He called me back to say how he wasn't going anymore...but he didn't get to finish his sentance. He thought I was going to be excited because he was bringing his brother. And I've been saying for years how he needs to get his brother out of the house.

Anyways, I just thought I'd share my Valentines Day romance with the entire world, to prove that having a boyfriend doesn't always make Valentines Day any better...but then again, there's always the candy sales...

Back to work

Thank You !

Um, I've realized something.

I made a mistake.

I made the mistake of telling all the bloggers that I read that they more or less suck...and don't blog enough. But I have realized that I am one of those people. So, to make up for it, I give a great big warm appology, and instead I provide just a wee little push to get the blogger world moving.

I enjoyed all of your posts very much. You never know when I'll need to be cheered up!

Besides all this, I am smack dap in the middle of midterm time (ie. cramming like crazy and sleeping just little enough to forget important things like what chapters you're being tested on...)

And, yesterday was my one year blogging anniversary. I thought I'd point that out since it seems to be the cool thing to do lately.

And this is only my 98th post which means that all in all I only blog an average of every 4 days...which aint that great people. But it's better than once a month ;)

Warm Welcome & Official Complaint All in One Post...

I just wanted to give a warm welcome to my sister Jennu who I just found out actually reads my blog!! I'm glad I didn't post anything nasty about you, thinking you didn't read it.

Luv you Jen

And on a not-so-warm-and-fuzzy note...

I want to make a formal blogger complaint about the lack of posts lately.
I don't know if it because the blogger world has lost it's flare, but I have noticed long vacations (ie. sometimes a month or more) between people's posts.
Now how do you expect me to stay interested in your life when I only get tinsy tiny tidbits of information once in a blue moon!
And furthermore, how do you expect me to procrastinate?! Geeze...

So for those of you that I love to read (Mom, Tracy, DGM, Kim, Mark, Aron, Nat, Brianne, Kate, etc.) I expect more frequent posts. In fact, I'll continue bad-mouthing you until you become regular. If I can find the time people...and I'm working 3 jobs, going to school full time, applying to grad schools, and being a new mommy to my pup. Get with it!

Was that motivating?

I sure hope so....

PS. Happy Birthday Anita Pita (even though I don't even know if you read this!!)

I Shouldn't be in Philosophy (Warning, Rated R)

Who allowed a science student to enter a class with a bunch of philosophy students anyways?!

I have a pet peeve. Stupid people.

Now I've thought about my operational definition of stupid, and through much contemplation, I have come to a conclusion.

Stupid = people who don't put much thought into what comes out of their mouth (especially in front of a large gathering of people) and / or have oppinions that are dowright ridiculous (another fuzzy definition) or outdated.

So...I'm sitting in my night class "The Philosophy of sex, love, and friendship" and we are having a discussion on promiscuity. Now, this (as with many topics of discussion in this class) is a relatively risky topic to present to a rather large group of young adults from all sorts of backgrounds, but the proffesor proposes a few questions:

1. Is promiscuity a moral issue ? (ie. is it immoral / moral / amoral)
2. Do you want to be promiscuous ?
3. Would you be in a relationship with someone who had a reputation for promiscuity ?
4. would you object to your parter being promiscuous ?

Now, these are again, controversal questions...but this is not my point. Basically, in order to go through these questions for ourselves, she wanted to give us several definitions of proiscuity and some arguments against/for it. Here's where the stupid people part comes in...

We get to a point in our discussion where the definition goes something like this: promiscuity is sex with a series of other adults, not directly related through marriage (ie. partners), with no commitments.

So as far as the argument for/against the morality issue, we decide to make things simple by assuming that the person is not in a relationship, and that there is extensive caution taken to eliminate risk of pregnancy and/or transmission of STDs. Also, the persons are both knowlegable about the intensions of the other (ie. they know that there are 'no strings attached'" so their is no decipt or promise-breaking.

So, why would promiscuity still be immoral (which is what the majority of the class is saying)?

I'll have you know that when the first question was posed at the beginning of the class, I was the only person in the class to put up my hand to "amoral" (in other words, morality should not be in question because it involves a choice, such as your favorite type of ice cream, or what religion you should be). I'm such a rebel...this only-one-in-the-class thing is a favorite of mine in philospophy, only usually the question is "who is a science student"?

But I digress...

So, without considering a significant other, children, STDs or lying...she asked why else it would be immoral (ie. bad)

And people in my class said things like the following....

"It is bad because God sais it's bad"
- umm, God also "sais" if you masterbate he'll kill kittens....this isn't a valad argument. You have know way of knowing what God "sais"...sorry

"It's bad because society sais so"
- umm, hunny...do you realise that you are african american and 50 years ago you would be a slave under that premise? And all your Jewish friends would be dead? Stupid...

"It's bad because it increases risk to society"
- umm, so does the car you drive, and the radiation from your microwave, dumb dumb

"It's bad because it endangers monogomy in marriage"
- ok, decent point, but people are still getting married...and a hundred thousand other things cause this same risk. Like Maxim magazine, double-chocolate-fudge icecream, sex toys, and porn. Deal with it.

"It's bad because you are being inconsiderate"
- umm, we took away the relationship, lying and promise-breaking, children and STDs...so what is inconsiderate? Giving someone sex cause they're horney? It's consentual...we're not talking rape here.

"It's immoral because it shows you can't control your desires"
- what if you don't think it's immoral? then why should you be "controlling" yourself? If you like playing cards, are you immoral cause you give into your desire to play? And PS...if you're going to persuade anyone to sleep with you 'no strings attached' you must be pretty diciplined, and able to control yourslef. Uh...

"It's immoral because it's impossible to love more than one person at a time"
- Umm, I'm really sorry you don't love your family, stupid...

This is what I have to deal with every wendsday night. And to make matters worse, the prof hates me and never lets me talk. But stupid girl next to me, and her friend (There is making love, sex, and fucking...girl) gets to say whatever she wants. Bah! so frustrating.

I'd be happy to hear oppinions. I didn't mean to offend anyone, and I'm certainly not saying that promiscuous sex is good, or that it's right for all people at all times, but I just don't see any harm in two people engaging in consensual sex when they aren't in a relationship, so long as the lying, children, and STDs are taken out of the picture (not that its entirely possible to eliminate all of those things indefinitly...)

If you think it is in fact immoral, what would be your reason (keeping the limitations of children etc. out)?

Hunny Loves Timmies

I'll let you in on a little secret.
My baby can't have babies anymore.
She got spayed today :(
So, while she's at home cranky and sore, I'm at school cranky and sad.

But in better news, she loves her Timmies just like her family.
I caught her stealing moms coffee cup this weekend.
She is a little camera shy but I snapped a couple pictures just the same.
Cutie...

So I guess a dog takes on the personality of their owners just as they say.
And I finally have the proof!

It's Not Just Your Office

I got a forward in email and laughed alot so I thought I would share it.
In my oppinion it rings true about every office I've ever worked in, or had to deal with;

A large company recently hired several cannibals as it was expanding uickly and couldn't find enough staff.

"You are all part of our team now", said the HR rep during the welcoming briefing.
"You get all the usual benefits and you can go to the canteen on the Ground Floor for something to eat, but please don't eat any of our other employees".

The cannibals promised they would not.

Four weeks later their boss remarked, "You're all working very hard and I'm satisfied with your work. However, one of our secretaries has disappeared.. Do any of you know what happened to her?"

The cannibals all shook their heads "No".

After the boss had left, the leader of the cannibals said to the others, "Which one of you idiots ate the secretary?"

A hand rose hesitantly. "You fool!" the leader continued. "For four weeks we've been eating managers and no one noticed anything. But , NOOOooo, you had to go and eat someone who actually does something!"

Funny eh? It's not just your office....

Bad Hair Day

So, I left Oakville this morning after commenting to mama dukes about how if the weather in Oakville is snowy and cold, I wonder what the weather in Waterloo will be like. So, I took one last look at the dusted layer of snow in Oakville, and made my way to Waterloo.

Well, here there is a foot and a half of snow, and it is damn windy. And of course today is the first day all year that I have decided to wear my hair down (instead of in it's usual bun). Bad idea...

So I leave the house, and look at the sidewalks, which are unshoveled as usual. Stupid student neighborhood. So I take the other way to school, that includes empty roads to walk on, and a church parkinglot (somehow these always have plowing priority. might have something to do with 'Gods' house, or maybe just because they don't want to be sued when old people slip and break there hips. In any case...).

When I left the house my hair was nice and straight and I like to think I resembled this:
though I might be exxagerating a little.

By the time I got to school, my hair was a puffy rats nest and I looked more like this:
(also, a slight exxageration)

Thanks Waterloo...