More Beer

Well...if I had to be labelled as an alcoholic drink, I guess this would be appropriate.
But I like to think of myself as a happy camper most of the time :)
I guess that's up for debate though...

You Are Beer!

You don't need to get totally wasted when you hit the bars. More of a social drinker, you just like to have fun with your friends. And as long as the beer keeps flowing, you're a happy camper. But don't mix things up: "Beer Before Liquor, Never Been Sicker!"

What Alcoholic Drink Are You?

Monday Mornings

I come to school this morning, excited to be here as usual. I checked on my little buddies (my rats) and fed the snails etc. My usual morning duties. Then I sit down at my computer to check emails, and blogs, and waste time (again as usual..teehee) for a little while and wait for my brain to get fired up when...a cockroach crawls across my desk. Eww.
I am usued to seeing cockroaches on the floor around here. There are four diffent species in the building I work in. Partially because it's an old building, and partially because people (like my lab) in the building work with them, and study them, and sometimes lose them (obviously).

So I'm totally grossed out and I have a compulsion to clean all of a sudden. I know they like to eat wood etc. and don't really care if the room is clean or dirty but urgh. I feel disgusting. I squished him. I don't care if the animal activists come running out of the woodwork and call me a killer. Had it been another day I would have caught him in a jar and got rid of him humanely but give me a break. It's Monday, and I just can't handle creepy crawlers on Monday. Yuk.

I Can't Help It

I can't help but think people are stupid. I get this from my mom. (Thanks mama dukes)

I was sitting on the GO train this morning, off in my own little world, thinking about my rats and the class I have to teach today and staring off into the sunrise. I was happy. But I still couldn't help but want to kick the girls sitting in the seats behind me. It's not the first time I've encountered these same girls. The first time was a Saterday morning waiting for the GO train. They were talking loudly about some people at there school. About how they were sleeping together and how one had an STD (firstly you're 16! and secondly...hello!? this is not good public conversation!!). So I just kind of shot a death glare at them (again, inherited by my mother, but very well practiced).

Now, I would have brushed it off as nothing but I keep encountering them. Every day they are on the train at the same time as me, and on the same cart. They stole my 'regular' spot, and I'm a creature of habbit so I can't change seats (stop thinking I'm a freak, I know you are!). Anyways they do their make-up on the train and their hair etc. And sometimes they change clothes. Granted they are 16 and these things are still the most important aspects of their lives (why did I skip this stage? I dunno). I expect stupid things to come out of their mouths, but some days are worse than others. For example, one day one of them goes to the other one "Hey! Let me borrow your sharpie" I'm thinking...that's a weird thing for her to request. Normally she's requesting mascara or the lip gloss she stole from her mother, but whatever. And then they start going on about how the sharpie (permanent marker for those who aren't writing utensil buffs) is used to highlight the frekles on their face! Freaks...

And so this morning they have a new friend with them. Obviously new to the crowd because she got an entire make-over on the train on the way to school this morning. They changed the way she was wearing her top. They told her to put more mascara on because "your eyelashes are practically non-existant!" And they changed her from normal person I wouldn't bother giving a second look to a freak, just like the rest of them. People are stupid. Granted they're young but come on people...use your brain!! (PS. that's the thing in your thick skull that rattles around when you throw your head around to make your hair look sexy).

Urgh...

Obsessed

With the internet.

I get nothing done all day long because I spend all day searching things on the internet or looking at my favorite blogs or checking my email, or facebook. Firstly, Facebook is evil. It is trying to steal my life away from me. I search for people sometimes. It's creepy. I'm creepy. But it's fun just the same. Sometimes you'll get a message from someone like the on I got today. It was from a guy I knew a lifetime ago. He messaged me to say that I was the only person in his facebook account that went to the same elementary school as him. So, through messaging we reminissed a little. Naming people we remembered etc. It was fun, and after work I came home and looked at my grade 8 grad photo. Tee Hee. It was dusty.

I was having a hard time remembering last names of people I used to know. All except for a couple (the ones I "dated" mostly, hahaa). But after I looked at the photo I remembered a lot more people. It's funny how that happens. You store memories of people at a particular age, and then if you think about what they would be like now. I can't picture it. Except this one guy I dated when I was like 13. I bet he's hot. He was hot back in the day. Oh memories...

Anyways, before I got on a tanget, I was meaning to post pictures of the cutest dog in the history of the Earth...

I am weird

So I got tagged by Brianne so I shall complete the tag by stating 10 weird things about myself. I would cheat and use the six weird things I had to post here, but I am weird enough that I'll use originals.

1. I don't usually crave sweets
I love food, and crave all sorts of food all the time. But my usual cravings include salty options such as veggies with salt. My most craved item: green beans with butter and salt.

2. I don't like to sleep
I enjoy a good nap once in a while, but generally I don't like to sleep. I feel like I'm wasting time, and there are so many other things I could do with my time. So, I'm chronically sleep deprived and my lab likes to make fun of me for it. I do this to rats, and they laugh that I impose the same restriction on myself.

3. I hate shopping (with some exceptions)
I hate shopping for clothes. I have a weird body. My waist is small (relatively) but my thighs and hips are bigger, so I don't fit pants well. On top of this I have a rather large chest, so I'm jelous of people who can wear cute tops and don't have to think about buying a few sizes larger to fit the bigger parts of their body. People like me would really appreciate a line of clothing that is made for weirdly shaped people. But, I love to shop for school supplies, and personal hygeine products, and kitchen stuff. Oh, and anything to do with organization. Anything that doesn't have to fit on my body.

4. I almost never hear complete silence cause I can't stop thinking
I talk to myself in my head, a lot. My mind is constantly in high gear. Contemplating everything. This is exaserbated during the morning hours when I'm making the commute to school. I often wonder what other people are thinking about, or what they do outside of GO-train time. If I gave into compulsions easily, I would follow people and shadow them for a day.

5. I lucid dream
The first time I had a lucid dream, I was about 12 and it scared the shit out of me. I was dreaming but I knew I was dreaming and I wanted to wake up. But every time I thought I'd woken up, I soon realized I just dreampt I'd woken up. It was frustrating, and all the while gravity felt heavy but I was floating. There was a buzzing like I could hear radio waves or something. After many years I have learned to control these dreams, and I can wake myself up when I want. So it's not so scary. But I never feel like I've slept after.

6. I prefer christmas eve
My family has started a tradition of having a big fantastic meal on Christmas eve. The past few years it has been king crab legs and steak. We sit around for hours eating and talking etc. and then we all open our Christmas eve gift (PJs and a movie). Then we watch movies as a family with the christmas tree all lit up. It's romantic (but not in the guy-girl way - though I'd love to get engaged on christmas eve, but that's a long time coming...)

7. I can't "imagine"
I don't have a visual memory. If I haven't seen you in a while (and I'm talking greater than 24 hours) ten I likely don't remember what you look like. I could describe you relatively well, but I can't close my eyes and "see" you. So, everything in my head is in words more or less. I would hate to go blind because it would be no time before I forgot colours and images.

8. I still journal cause my memory sucks
See above. Because I can't "picture" things, my memory is very bad. I have a hard time recalling information and events unless I have recorded them somewhere. My memory requires that I store much more information than normal people. For example, to remember what an apple looks like, I can't just close my eyes and picture it. Instead I have to store 10 or twelve peices of information about it. It can be red, and round. It can have a stem, and sometimes a leaf attached. etc etc. So, I try to journal a few times a week so my life doesn't dissappear on me. My first stable event memories start at about age 8, but it's broken up until about 17. I still don't remember every-day type events like sitting in class, or what my teachers names were. I couldn't tell you all my teachers names from 3rd year university even.

9. I often feel compelled to stop perfect strangers and tell them they are beautiful, or that their day will surely get better
I don't know why, but when I see people that look sad, or uncomforatable, I feel compelled to tell them they shouldn't feel how they do. I know it's sometimes just because they aren't thinking about anything and their default face is upset looking, but I feel bad for them. I almost never get this compulsion when I see people who are typically beautiful, and I never act on it.

10. I hate spending time in the washroom.
I don't like to sit and relax, or read in the bathroom. I like to do my business and get out. Again, a necessary part of life (like sleep) that still feels like a waste of time.

And again, I finish blogging feeling exposed. Oh internet...how I love you.

Training

So, for those of you that missed my last blog, go look at it quick! It's important...

And so, in order to get into appropriate physical shape for said event, I have a) started going to the gym (and I hate the gym people, help me out here) and b) have started hiking! Now hiking I love, so you don't have to feel sorry for me on that account.

My team decided to change our name to "Save 2nd Base" because it's a little more whitty and funny, and we found out there was already a team named "Boobylicious" so we just couldn't have it. Anyways, I will post pictures of us all together after our scheduled hike next Sunday.

But for now, I will attach pictures from last weekends hike because they are fun and it proves I actually did it (for those of you who Know I'm usually relatively lazy).

Yes...that IS me inside a cave....
OK people, that's enough. I have hundreds more. Just ask and maybe you can have them via email. If I like you...

Save 2nd Base !!

Is the name of the new team I formed for the weekend to end breast cancer.


The team consisits of myself and two of my friends (thanks Anita and Victoria for coming out with me!)

On September 7-8th 2007, we will join thousands of other women in a 60km (37 mile) walk through toronto to help raise money for Princess Margaret Hospital. The money will go towards cancer awareness and prevention.

To find out more about the event, visit the website

Or go right to my personal page to make a donation :)

And remember...October is breast cancer awareness month, so you have a great excuse to help out. Every little bit counts, and me and my team are PUMPED to be a part of something this amazing.

I'll continue to update our progress periodically on this site, but you can check too if you go to the main page and search for our team (Save 2nd Base).

Cheers to finding a cure!

Tonsils: 17, Aimee: 0

So, I've been away for a while. I've missed work and spent far too much time "resting". To me, being in bed all day is practically torture. I don't like watching tv, especially alone. I can't read in bed or I fall asleep, and I end up feeling like I've waisted my life being in bed.

It all started one sunday afternoon, after a lovely day of apple picking and pie-making. My throat started to feel scratchy and I knew I was about to get sick. Well it came faster than I was prepared for, and harder too. By 7 pm I thought I was going to scream, and every sip of water I got down felt like swallowing razor blades. By 9 pm I was in the ER. I wanted drugs to make the pain stop. I figured it was tonsillitis as I get this about 4 times every year. My kidneys started getting sharp pains, and I knew I needed fluid. But the ER doctor said it was strep throat so I didn't fight. He said it looked pretty bad (especially for having started that afternoon) and prescribed me antibiotics.
I spent Monday in bed. All night and all day and all night, I think I got up one time to pee. That was it. My family was good to me as usual, and brought me endless glasses of water and apple cider for which I left sitting there. I couldn't bare the pain to drink, even though my kidneys were screaming.
So I woke up in the middle of the night on tuesday and tried to take a small sip of water. It went right up my nose, and I felt like a little kid who jumped into the pool too fast. So I knew I was getting worse. When Jen came into my room in the morning to check on me, I whispered that I was getting worse, and I felt like death. Mom came in shortly after that and told me to put on a shirt, cause I was going back to the ER. I didn't fight this time.
We got there and I got a room relatively quickly, but it had no bed. It had a chair, and I sat. But I haven't eaten or drank in days and I'm weak and cranky and cold. By this time my last tylenols have warn off and my fever is back. I can't even stand to swallow my own saliva. I spit it out in the garbage. It was a sad day. I was miserable.
I eventually took the floor so I could lay down. My sweet mama dukes layed out her coat and got me lots of blankies and a pillow. I stayed here for over an hour waiting for the first doctor. He came in and told me I had an absess in my tonsil, and they might have to cut it out. He admitted me, and said I'd be getting an IV with antibiotics, fluids, and morphine shortly. Yay!
So the nurse eventually came, thought it was ridiculous that I was on the floor. Got me a stretcher and put in my IV. I also got a cup of ice which was a life-saver. I have never had better ice in my life. And within minutes I was feeling better and smiling at my mom.
She went to get me a magazine and some slippers (my feet were icy too) and I got kicked out of my room. I spent the next few hours in the nurses station, sucking up fluids through my arm, and I even got a freezie.
The ear, nose throat doctor finally came and looked at my throat. He diagnosed a bad case of tonsilitis (just as I had predicted), switched my antibiotic, and gave me pain killers so I could go home (they had no beds to keep me there).
I felt better that day, and my throat feels perfect now. I could eat thanksgiving dinner (something to be thankful for), but I caught a head cold, so I almost couldn't taste it. I'm still getting over the cold, but I'm back, and I'm fantastic.
Hope you didn't miss me too much.