Wednesday, April 30, 2003

Random thoughts (because I don't have any structured ones right now):

I worry about my friends. Not constantly, just once in a while. I just hope things are good with them, especially during long periods of silence.

Just as I'm finishing my schooling, my dad is going back. Funny how the world works.

I've been dwelling, specifically on the past, but not in a bad, self-depressing way...more of a reflective, why-am-I-feeling-like-this way. Things that have been sort of gnawing at me have been sorted out, but have also revealed something very reminiscent of past events. I know I'm being "cryptic", as certain people like to call it, but...yeah...I have too much time on my hands right now, and that usually results in me thinking, and when that happens, look out.

I am in a funk, and I don't like being funky (unless it's in a good way). Elements of my life are starting to scare me, although they've been scaring me for a while, but lately it's gotten worse. I shouldn't be trying to deal with forever, I should be taking it one day at a time, right? Right.

Thanks for tuning in to "Freaking Out About Life". Join us next time for an encore presentation of "What It Means To Be A Small Asian Chick Who's Unemployed And Living At Home".

"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away, now it looks as though they're here to stay"

Sunday, April 27, 2003

Something really cosmic just happened.

As you may already know, I'm trying to sublet my house in Waterloo, and it so happens that a guy I know personally is interested. I was kinda waiting for his call, but I had some stuff to do, so I went out. After I returned I waited for the rest of the night and still nothing. Then, 20 minutes ago I checked my e-mail and he has just messaged me, saying that he had called today while I was out and left a message with my dad. "What the...???" I said to myself, and as I look around for messages the phone rings, and it's my father (who had gone out shortly after I came back), calling to ask if the guy had called me back because he had forgotten to tell me he called earlier.

Pretty weird, huh? And I had just finished watching Dogma on TV. I don't know if that means anything, I just thought it was an interesting coincidence.

"They say I must be one of the wonders of God's own creation, and as far as they see they can offer no explanation"

Friday, April 25, 2003

It's Friday night...what is Karen up to?

Karen is at home, reassessing her financial situation, realizing that she is at the brink of brokeness, and thereby searching through the internet for a job. Does Karen know how to live it up or what?

I always have this feeling when I'm bored out of my mind at home that everyone else in the world (that I know) is out there having a good time. And I know that I could be out there having a good time too. But it's funny, because the people I could be out there having fun with are currently out there having fun with other people that I don't necessarily know personally. So I'm at home, thinking about the fun that could be had. Then again, to have fun would require having some form of cash flow, and so it all circles back around to my original dilemma. There are some people that I know who simply cannot stand being at home, and are therefore out there all the time. Home life is different for everyone, I admit that, but there is something to be said for just sitting in your basement, watching TV or reading or something.

Lesson of the day: ICQ 2003a does not like me at all.

"And the world keeps spinning round, my world's upside down and I wouldn't change a thing"

Wednesday, April 23, 2003

Many disappointments were experienced yesterday.

Disappointment #1: Damn, it was cold. And wet. And I really should get some new shoes.

Disappointment #2: Stupid Leafs. Well, whatever.

Disappointment #3: The rock that was promised was not to be had, due to an unfortunate bar closing. On the other hand, I was still able to see Cowan and pick up right where we left off five years ago. However, due to some miscalculated revelations, his sole purpose in life now is to see me debilitated by alcohol.

Kingston is an interesting place. Similar to Waterloo, and yet...not. My vision of it had already been clouded by my former roommate's description of having to slowly crawl behind a tractor every day along the two-laned street that would take her to work. Being there reminded me of being somewhere up north in Small Town Ontario. At the same time, Queen's campus reminded me of being in downtown Toronto at U of T. Was Waterloo the only university that wasn't built using a grid system?

Lesson of the day: Super 8 Motels differ from one place to another. A lot.

"You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best"

Monday, April 21, 2003

I have officially become an unemployed, out-of-school bum living in my parents' basement. Cue Bohemian Rhapsody already.

So the subletting thing is rapidly becoming my own personal hell, what with people wanting this and that and the other thing and me having to deal with it in Toronto instead of Waterloo but hey, it's this or I actually stay there longer. Which is not as bad as I make it sound, but like I said before, it's a nice town, I just don't want to live there forever. In this situation I've found that more complications actually make it less complicated. Go figure.

For those of you in the Greater Kingston Area, I will be making an unanticipated stop there this week. Consider this fair warning. =)

Lesson of the day: Rubbing Big Howie's head IS lucky. My mom has the proof.

"Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me..."

Thursday, April 17, 2003

And......cut.

Wow, that's it. Five years has come and gone and it all ended with an exam that I think I did better on than any other this term. Amazing. And, miracle of miracles, someone is actually interested in subletting our house. Un-freaking believable. I guess it's hard to understand my disbelief if you haven't been trying desperately and unsuccessfully to unload this death trap for the past two months, competing with people whose houses are two steps away from campus or who are giving people free beer or money to take their lease (yeah, I wasn't too sure about that last one either).

Oh, about the death trap remark...by first looks, this house is actually quite nice, except that the landlady turned the awesome living room into two rat-hole sized rooms and is charging the same rent as the real rooms. But the roof is not holding back the water like it should, and who knows what's going on in the attic, so any day now the whole thing could come crashing down, which would be good for us since we'd get our rent back but bad for anyone who's living here. Here's to hoping that it'll hold until the new people come in September.

So all that's left is to collect my junk together and get the hell out of here. But not tonight.

"Cause I'm free, I'm free-fallin'..."

Wednesday, April 16, 2003

Only one more exam stands between me and the rest of my life. Well, assuming that I actually scraped together enough marks to pass yesterday's fiasco of a final. Surprises, like having 20% of the exam closed book without telling us beforehand, are not what I need right now. Ah well, too late. Just gotta keep going...

In other personal and slightly more uplifting news, my summer hair is in full swing. Instead of studying on Monday I was actually entrusting my hair to a student hairstylist. Hey, if I can get my highlights done for $25 anywhere else, I would, but since I can't, I just have to make do with what's available. Fortunately, the girl was super nice and competent, and so the red actually shows up without the use of special lighting. I would recommend going to a salon school if your financial situation prevents you from going elsewhere, but beware of the heads. They're kinda creepy.

One of my roommates has departed. *sniff*

Lesson of the day: Mother Nature is a tease.

"I get knocked down, but I get up again, they're never gonna keep me down..."

Saturday, April 12, 2003

Another perfect day, another day spent indoors cramming my brain with knowledge so that I can spew it out tonight and make room for new stuff tomorrow. No wonder my head hurts right now.

So, what did I do yesterday on the 24th anniversary of my birth? Wrote an exam, got some of my hair chopped off, received a "surprise" from friends and well-wishers which included a gift that required some emergency corrective surgery (don't ask...or at least ask later), and attempted to study but gave up due to health reasons. Exciting stuff, huh? Well, serves me right for being born during exam season. On the other hand, tonight will be a little more fun, as we participate in an exercise of public humilation in the form of good old-fashioned karaoke. My last chance to be able to see some of my friends live out their dream of being the next Noel Gallagher or Tina Turner. Can't wait.

"Fly away on my zephyr, I feel it more than ever, and in this perfect weather, we'll find a place together"

Thursday, April 10, 2003

I've found that whenever the weather is amazingly beautiful (like today), I always think of Mr. Rogers. As a child I would sit and watch him talk to puppets and tell us about how sharing is good. Now, I just start humming the tune and say to myself, yes, it is a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. And I think about how we had it good back then, only worrying about colouring inside the lines and wishing that I could ride the trolley to the neighbourhood of Make-Believe.

But now they're all gone...Mr. Rogers, Mr. Dressup, the Friendly Giant...pieces of childhood television fading away, relived only through specials and syndicated reruns, replaced with purple dinosaurs and talking sponges. It's a good thing I can still tell you how to get to Sesame Street.

"Won't you be my neighbour?"
Today, a friend of mine posed an interesting question: what is the one thing you've learned at university? Suddenly, all kinds of answers were flooding my brain. I could give him a lame answer, a predictable answer, a funny answer, a cynical answer, a relevant answer, a relevant-but-not-as-obvious answer...but I think what he's looking for is a real answer (of course, I could be wrong about that, so I have a few back-ups, as you can see). None of those other answers really truly summed it up for me. But in the process of forming all the other answers, I did come up with a very real answer for me. I hope I remember it the next time I see him.


What, you think I'm going to write it out here? Sorry, you're going to have to ask me when you see me. But I'm going to ask you too, so you'd better be ready.

"I'm not aware of too many things, I know what I know, if you know what I mean"

Tuesday, April 08, 2003

Break time!

Funny story, just in time for Easter:
My roommate Karen (yeah, it's just a ball of confusion at my place when someone yells "Karen" without any specification; we also have to differentiate between Allans, but I digress...) came home from school on Sunday night and found a fluffy brown bunny sitting on our front lawn, which had very recently been transformed into a glacier due to various meteorological phenomena (our lawn, not the rabbit). "Hey there, Mr. Rabbit, what are you doing there?" she asks politely. Mr. Rabbit promptly hops away, and Karen looks at the lawn and realizes what Mr. Rabbit was doing there. The next morning when I left the house, there were two very distinct areas on the lawn where there were high concentrations of what looked like chocolate covered raisins. Suddenly, this whole idea of associating rabbits and chocolate at this festive time of year became much clearer. And I guess Karen interrupted Mr. Rabbit at an inconvenient time.

Break over.

"Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail..."

Monday, April 07, 2003

One down, four to go.

When we emerged from the process control nightmare, we were met with what Environment Canada calls a "flurry", but is what I call a "horizontal blizzard". Let's just say that I'm glad that it wasn't like this when we left this morning, or I would have been even more depressed. Why struggle through blinding snow to go and write an exam that I'm not going to pass anyway? Yeah, I'm a regular Little Miss Sunshine today. The only plus side to this is that it inspired us to grab some cheap grub at Mel's (hooray for the $3 all-day breakfast!).

Lesson of the day: definition of recursive - of, relating to, or constituting a procedure that can repeat itself indefinitely; real definition of recursive - to curse repeatedly at a question on the exam that was never even remotely discussed in class.

"From the time I walked in, to the point that we're both arguing, this is how I live, this is where I start screaming"

Sunday, April 06, 2003

Stupid daylight savings. I woke up this morning and realized it was 9:30 an hour ago. Dammit, so much for studying in the morning.

I should be studying right now.

The only good thing about this weather is that it keeps me from venturing any farther than the kitchen. And while I have a general grasp of process control, something tells me that this exam is not going to be a cake walk like the midterm (Hmmm...could it be because everyone in the class did well on the midterm and so he's going to rape us on the final? Could be....).

I should be studying right now.

What have I been doing today in between actual bursts of studying? Looking for CDs that I may want to purchase in the near future (tomorrow), checking out my friends' blogs, making sure that I still don't have any new (legitimate) e-mail, taking a romance test (apparently I am a "borderline romantic"...what do they know?), and losing my life savings in Solitaire (and subsequently winning it back).

I am studying....right....now....

"I am what I am, I'll do what I want, but I can't hide"

Wednesday, April 02, 2003

Fork me. I AM DONE.

My final lecture ended tonight. Granted, it was Children's Lit, so I'm not sure how much that counts. So technically, my final Engineering lecture was yesterday. And so that's it. Finito. Barring any major catastrophes, my official school career is over. It's hard to say what I feel right now, since I have been awake for 36 of the past 38 consecutive hours, and so anything I say may only be a side effect of sleep deprivation. It'll sink in more in a couple of weeks, when I'm sitting in my final final. I've been saying final a lot. It's a little surreal, I guess. I've been doing this for 20 years. It's the only thing I really know how to do.

"School's out for summer...school's out forever..."