I Like Crafts...

So, I don't think of myself as particularily crafty or creative but I love to do crafts and make things. I'm not sure if this is a new thing or not. I don't remember being that into crafts as a kid, though I'm sure I did a bit of the required stuff in art class etc. But I remember hating art class cause I can't draw.

Anyways, lately (as in the last couple of years) I have been more into crafts but to be honest I am held back by the cost of supplies. I started scrapbooking and found out quickly how expensive that can become when you want to make it dolled up with extras. Also I started making jewlery. I love this hobby but it also gets expensive for the beads and string etc.

My latest creativity was put into tiling the kitchen backsplash. Now mom thinks I am lying for her benefit when I say I like to do stuff like this, but really I do! And now we have left over acryllic from the kitchen and I'm thinking of ways to use it. I have thought about using it to "tile" the frame of my mirror, but instead of using tile I would use little peices of broken glass. But mom laughs at me, and thinks by the time I've helped tile the floors, I will be sick of tiling forever.

I just thought it was a new fun thing to add to my craft-making.

I need Jen to move out so I can have a craft room, and then I need to win the lottery so I can afford to make pretty stuff.

I'm such a nerd :)

You Can't Get Rid of Me

So Quit Trying...

September is fast approaching as usual. It is normally the time of year that I dread and wish would go away out of my life forever. But, this year is a little different. This year I don't have to pack up all my stuff. I don't have to move to Waterloo to live in the basement of a house with 6 crappy roommates (well at least 4 or 5).

I am staying home. I am sleeping with my puppy. I am bugging my mom every chance I get.

The one thing I love about going to U of Toronto (although I have not yet officially started going there) is that every night (no matter how long the day seemed) I get to go home and hug my family and chat about how everybodies day was.

I don't miss Waterloo (as I've probably made obvious by now...), and I am hopeful for the potential things I can get out of U of T. But in the same breath, I am nervous about starting classes and officially starting the rest of my education, the next step in my life, potentially my career, my whole life.

I have to decide important things again, and the feeling has returned. The feeling I had when I was in OAC and had to pick a university and a program. The same feeling I got when I had to pick a university for my post-grad and pick a supervisor.

The only thing that keeps me going is that I don't have to move, my family will support me no matter what, and I get to sleep with my puppy (even if it's not every night).

Lost Lake

There is this place that greg goes to with his family every year called lost lake. It is a little cabbin on a lake with no electricity or running water etc. They go there to fish and drink and hang out away from civilization. Every year I get invited to go to this place and every year I am working a full time job, and can't really afford to take a week off to go play. But this year Greg is working an important job too, and so he decided to just go for the long weekend. I figured this was managable, so I agreed to go.

Then I get this email from his aunt saying that she is aware of my bee allergy, and a nurse told her that an epi-pen is only good for about 15 minutes. Now I knew this, but I thought that the hospital was within a half hour, and maybe I'd be able to push my luck if I hurried. But in this email Greg's aunt informs me that the nearest hospital is 2 hours away, and she asks if I could bring 8 epi-pens. EIGHT!!

Now, I'm not sure if she realized that an epi-pen contains pure epinephrine (adreniline) and is not particularily good for you. In fact, every time you use it, you risk having a heart attack. Can you imagine pumping 8 of those things into your body? I'd be asking to die.

So, I decided not to go. But here's the kicker...Greg is pissed off at me. He sais I'm being paranoid, and that nothing is going to happen. Now I ask him, "how do you know? shit happens."
So I'm slightly irritated about the whole thing because not only am I missing out on camping, and seeing my boyfriend (which is bad enough), I am getting the cold shoulder for trying to protect myself. I'm sure Greg will get over himself and stop being so selfish, but for now I am taking my right to be a little pissy right back at him.

He'd feel worse if I died...

Call me crazy but...

I hate being in situations where favoritism is obvious, and I'm not the favorite.

Short vent.

My lab has a clear favorites and I'm at the bottom of the list. I'm getting more and more irritated as time passes because I am getting kind of crappy treatment in comparison to the other people in the lab.

I'm just sick of the random comments like "I took a chance on you, and it didn't turn out horrible" etc. that are not saying that I don't deserve to be here, but rather, I should count myself lucky, and continue to work hard to get no thanks in return. I'm satisfactory in other words, but by no means great.

Problem is that I don't think it has much to do with my brains or my work ethic. In fact I'm at a loss for what the favoritism is based on. Maybe how "fun" the people are. Cause I tend to take work more seriously then others sometimes.

I don't really care what it is, but I hope I stop getting random rude comments sometime soon, cause saying something would make things worse, but I'm not going to deal with it for 2 more years. Not happily anyways....