Back in Business

I'm one exams, back home, and very excited for the up-coming week. This past weekend was fun-filled as usual. Jen, mom, and I took off to Toronto (my new 2nd home) to attend a conference. It was the "I Can Do It!" conference hosted by hayhouse. For anyone who hasn't had the enjoyment of reading or seeing one of their authors, they sponsor spiritual writers and some pretty amazing people.
For example Sylvia Browne (as seen on Montel Williams every wendsday) and many many more!
It was a great day. Especially because we opted to go for the entire day and see several speakers before attending the main part (sylvia). The first keynote speaker was great. She was basically a comedian that had a lot of advice for how to appreciate your life. I feel my family is full of appreciation, but reminders are always a great thing. This fact is likely the fuel for my self-help reading fire :)
The second speaker was a psychic medium (very similar to John Edwards on tv). It was neat to see people connecting with lost loved ones. I'm not sorry that we were not read, because we are well aware that our loved ones are still around. We don't need validation.
The third speaker was a past life regressionist. She was interesting, and we all got a very different experience from it. The whole thing was a little surreal, but not a waste of time. If nothing else, it allowed you to relax deeply and meet some other interesting people. Interaction is normally a big fear of mine, but it's a little more comforatable when people have something in common, and are less judgemental then normal. Our mini-group consisted of Jen and I, as well as a principle, a psychologist, a nurse, and another women (I forget her proffession but she was very friendly).
Sylvia Browne's presentation was very similar to the last time we saw her, but enjoyable just the same. I think she'll retire from the big picture soon cause she ws crankier then usual. Very short with people who asked silly questions. All in all, the day was worthwhile, and Long!

Besides that, I have spent the last few days figuring out how to fit two house-fulls of stuff into one tinsy tiny bedroom. Unfortunatly, my current bed is gigantic and takes up about 3/4 of the space in my room. I have solved a bit of the space issue by purchasing a futon (folding couch-bed) and putting my dresser into my closet. I'm hoping by the time I ave it all set up, I might have some room to breath, and possibly fit a desk if required. This breathing room seems necessary if I will be spending a disproportionate amount of time in my room (studying) starting in september. It will be a new experience trying to handle university (Masters!) work load while living at home.

Thanks to everyone for being patient with my non-blogging. Hopefully I can get back into the groove now that summer is almost here (besides the bit of snow-hail that fell this morning!).

Looking forward to Brianne visiting (fellow blogger--if I knew how to link I would!) in a couple weeks :)
Hoping they don't do anything too exciting that I will feel left out all week, as I start my new job on Monday! and will be working that week.

I'm Back! (tee hee)

Studying Sucks

I have one more week of school, and the pressure is on.
I hate studying for classes that have an overwhelming amount of informatiton.
I have to know my developmental biology textbook front to back cover. It's not fun, and it's not going to happen.

So, in case you've been wondering where I've been.
I'll be back in full force in about 2 weeks, when I'm done the dreaded exam period.

Then May 1 I start work at U of T, which is exciting and scary. But it's a good time for transition into the school, and the lab, and the people. Because come september I will be there every day, working on my own projects and taking classes etc.

But in more exciting news...

I typed this blog on my new laptop
which is beautiful and fun and fantabulous.
I feel my work has improved 100% just cause I have fun while typing notes etc.

Be back soon

Taking Care of Business

So I have this roommate who is the definition of donk.

Once in a while I stay up late because I'm feeling productive, and I know that I might lose my groove at any second. So, on these days, if they are followed by a day that I don't have to go to school...I sometimes like to sleep in till like 8am or so. Now, I know this is unusual behavior for me, and so most of the time I can't even blame my roomie for being a donky in the morning But...

I have started doing like he does and leaving my keys in the door to signify that I am home. And if I'm home, and the flourecent light in my room isn't glaring under the door, then I'm probably asleep. But he just doesn't get it...

So after all of the wake-Aimee-up -cause-she-doesn't-need-sleep-anyways incidents I finally decided to seek a bit of revenge. This has built up, so you can't blame me. I am human and I can only take so much.

He tends to play music in the morning. The door to my room is within arms reach of his door and he blasts music on his laptop while he gets breakfast in the kitchen. Hello?? It's a laptop!! It's PORTABLE...idiot. This has happened too many times...and the response I get when I glare at him in the kitchen is "sorry, I didn't know you were home..." so I guess I can really blame him. But;

Flashback to March...I'm sick and cranky and smack dab in the middle of midterms. I am tired and it's like midnight. So, I decide to go to bed and wake up early instead. I have a 13 hour day the next day, and that's just counting classes. I figure I could use the sleep. So, I go to bed, but my nose is plugged and my roomate is fighting with his girlfriend on the phone so it takes me like 2 hours to get to sleep. The last time I looked at the clock was 2:07.
The next time I lloked at the clock was following a panicked banging on my door. My heart was pounding cause I just got woken up from a relativly dead sleep, and I thought maybe there was a fire or something...and then I heard (picture a neandrothaul voice)..."Aimee...do you have a phone card I can borrow?"
To which I responded "Paul, it's 2:30 in the fucking morning..." (Pardon my language but I was really mad...)
And he sais "But it's an emergency..."
Me: "Paul, you didn't replace the last phone card you borrowed..."
Paul: "shit eh...but do you have one...?" And he opens my door.
Me: "Just take it, and get out of my room...and close your door cause your yelling"
And then I was fuming, my heart was racing, I was livid, my nose was plugged and all I could hear was Paul fighting with his stupid girlfriend. I slept 1.25 hours that night. And the next day I was still mad...

Flash Forward to Yesterday.
Greg slept over. He almost never gets to spend any time with me because we are both busy with school (and he has a social life to boot) so it's nice having him visit. And, I don't have classes anymore. It's final exam time people, so time is precious. We watched March of the Penguins (which is a fantabulous movie that you should watch if you havn't seen it) and made a nice dinner, and I told him I'd wake him up at 8:30.

So at 7:15 the phone rings. It's Paul's friend but Paul isn't picking up the phone. So I get out of bed and answer it. Bang on Paul's door and get back into bed. I'm sleeping till 8 and that's final. But no, just as I start to drift off, Paul bangs on my door. (with that voice again) "Aimee...do you have a calculator I can borrow" And then Paul and his friend (who also has a really deep donky voice) decide to talk calculus for like an hour right outside my door. He's lucky I didn't try going back to bed or I would have been more mad.

ARRGG...the things I was thinking in my head...

So, this morning I seek revenge. It was tougher then I had expected. I got up at 6:45, slammed my door on the way to take a shower, and slammed the bathroom door too. I got out of the shower and slammed my door on the way in. Played my music too loud, and kept forgetting things in the kitchen, so I had to open and close my door like 15 times.
It didn't work. So, I did laundry (the machine is in the kitchen cause I live in student housing, and it's loud) and did dishes. This didn't work.
So I made coffee with my kettle that whistles. And, I didn't hear it right away because I was in the bathroom (ah hahaha...I was just chillin in there. I didn't even flush when I came out, so he knew, I'm soo evil). There's nothing like a whistling kettle to wake you up in the morning.

He went into the bathroom and slammed down the toilet seat. I think he might be mad...

But shit, I didn't get to wake you up until 8:30.

Tomorrow morning coffee is at 7am...oh crap, tomorrow's Saterday...next week Paul, I'll have my revenge :)

I Miss My Mom :(

I know that I shouldn't feel that way, but I do, OK?

Yes, I am in university, and I should be partying or doing some other stupid thing with my life but I don't. I can't.

I want to be at home where I can wake up and have company while I drink my morning coffee. I want to speak out loud to someone other than myself at least twice a day. And the phone only counts sometimes... I want to be able to get advice, or bitch about my daily drama without having to worry about someone listening to our conversation over the cubicle walls at mom's work. I'm just soo ready to be home.

I am counting the days (15 to be exact) until I finally get what I want, and what I've wanted forever (or what seems like forever...)

Until then, I have no food, and no drive to get any food. Something about 2 hours on a bus, and lugging 40 lbs of groceries around just doesn't seem worth it. But what sucks about it is...I don't really eat anything without vegetables. In fact, I might as well be vegetarian. And yet my fridge shelf has;

- A 1/4 container of margerine
- A 1/4 bottle of wine (from before christmas)
- Leftover canned tomatos
- Lemon Juice

That's it. This weekend mom and I shall grab me some milk, and maybe eggs, and my veggies so I can eat something other than carbs.

Don't worry grandma. I'm going home this weekend and mama always takes good care of me :)