Thursday, February 26, 2004
Measure your life in love...
Kudos to my chem lab partner - she made my day.
As some of you may know, I've been worrying lately about next year's courses - I need to take stats, bio/mbio, and 2 chems. I really almost need to take brain and behaviour to get more neuroscience knowledge, and that already puts me up to 5.
Plus I wanted to take a 3rd chem and Japanese. (well...the 3 chem thing...I need to take main group/organic, my 2nd one gives choice and I want to take the reactivity/structure course, but I think analytic would be one of those "strongly recommended", almost have-to-take courses for a future in biochem).
So, of course, I could take summer school! Except that I need to hold a full-time job this summer, and all the programs I'm looking at (UofT Med Biophys, NSERCs) require pretty much a 16-week commitment.
Here's where my lab partner comes in. She told me today she was going to take stats in the summer...by correspondence!!!
I never thought of that...I mean, I can work AND do a course at the same time, and I don't have to stay in Kingston!!!
(I doubt I could find a research job in Kingston, considering none of the profs I know hold NSERC grants, and most of the NSERC industry jobs are in Quebec, Ottawa, and Toronto)
Now, with stats out of the way, I could do one of 2 things:
a) Take bio/mbio, 2 chems, brain/behaviour, and Japanese - only 5 courses, and one of them is a 1st year - leaves more time for extra-curricular things (hours/week: 14/15 lecture, 10 practical, 24/25 total)
b) Take bio/mbio, all 3 chems, brain/behaviour, and Japanese - 6 courses, less time, lots of labwork, but I get to take everything I want/need (hours/week: 17/18 lecture, 13 practical, 30/31 total)
Either way, I get to take Japanese! ^_^
Which I'm very happy about...
...although I may switch to Mandarin...not sure yet...
There's only one problem with this plan - I don't have enough money to pay for both rent and a summer course as of now. Once I start working, I can pay it off, but I'd have to take out a 1 month loan to provide the cash when needed...
And I don't know how to apply for correspondence courses...but I'm sure I can figure that one out...
hmmm...just checked the calender...stat 264* is available via correspondence, but stat 265* doesn't explicitly state whether it is or not...I'll have to check up on this...
Kudos to my chem lab partner - she made my day.
As some of you may know, I've been worrying lately about next year's courses - I need to take stats, bio/mbio, and 2 chems. I really almost need to take brain and behaviour to get more neuroscience knowledge, and that already puts me up to 5.
Plus I wanted to take a 3rd chem and Japanese. (well...the 3 chem thing...I need to take main group/organic, my 2nd one gives choice and I want to take the reactivity/structure course, but I think analytic would be one of those "strongly recommended", almost have-to-take courses for a future in biochem).
So, of course, I could take summer school! Except that I need to hold a full-time job this summer, and all the programs I'm looking at (UofT Med Biophys, NSERCs) require pretty much a 16-week commitment.
Here's where my lab partner comes in. She told me today she was going to take stats in the summer...by correspondence!!!
I never thought of that...I mean, I can work AND do a course at the same time, and I don't have to stay in Kingston!!!
(I doubt I could find a research job in Kingston, considering none of the profs I know hold NSERC grants, and most of the NSERC industry jobs are in Quebec, Ottawa, and Toronto)
Now, with stats out of the way, I could do one of 2 things:
a) Take bio/mbio, 2 chems, brain/behaviour, and Japanese - only 5 courses, and one of them is a 1st year - leaves more time for extra-curricular things (hours/week: 14/15 lecture, 10 practical, 24/25 total)
b) Take bio/mbio, all 3 chems, brain/behaviour, and Japanese - 6 courses, less time, lots of labwork, but I get to take everything I want/need (hours/week: 17/18 lecture, 13 practical, 30/31 total)
Either way, I get to take Japanese! ^_^
Which I'm very happy about...
...although I may switch to Mandarin...not sure yet...
There's only one problem with this plan - I don't have enough money to pay for both rent and a summer course as of now. Once I start working, I can pay it off, but I'd have to take out a 1 month loan to provide the cash when needed...
And I don't know how to apply for correspondence courses...but I'm sure I can figure that one out...
hmmm...just checked the calender...stat 264* is available via correspondence, but stat 265* doesn't explicitly state whether it is or not...I'll have to check up on this...
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
There's still tomorrow, forget the sorrow...
Sunday, two different people thought I was Asian.
Allow me to explain.
I had dinner over at Gary's, and while I was there I was perusing his MSN list and noticed a couple of people I knew whose contacts I didn't have, so I sent them over and added them.
Later that night, they came online and msged me: "Who are you?"
I responded: "it's Lee...you know, ____'s friend?"
Now, with a name like "Flying Llama [Lee] - random song quote" I thought it would be obvious that my name was Lee, and so I asked "why does nobody read the name in the []'s"
Their replies?
"I thought you were azn" and "Oh, I thought you were chinese".
Nani?
I personally don't get it...at all...I mean, sure, there are a lot of Chinese people with the last name Lee, but who puts their LAST name, and not their first, in their MSN nickname?! Just one of those weird things that piqued my interest.
Yesterday I found out I had hoodwinked Future Shop out of $50, USD.
How?
You may remember that I bought a hard drive from them on Boxing Day, which, in the end, turned out to be defective. However, I had already sent in the mail-in rebate before returning the drive (and proceeding to buy a new, functional, hard drive at Pac Mall), and the rebate came in the mail yesterday...which is good, considering I'm running very low on cash.
Today, however, I discovered a Ying to that Yang (or vice versa...) - I had made a purchase from Tom's store a while ago, to the tune of approximately $28 CAN. I just got a delivery notice in my mailbox, saying said purchase was being held until I paid $14.33 in custom charges.
That's half the price I paid for the item! (and that price included shipping, taxes, etc.)
Apparently, if you say the item is a gift, you don't have to pay the shipping charges...too bad I was told this weeks after I had placed my order :/
Ah well, you win some, you lose some...
Sunday, two different people thought I was Asian.
Allow me to explain.
I had dinner over at Gary's, and while I was there I was perusing his MSN list and noticed a couple of people I knew whose contacts I didn't have, so I sent them over and added them.
Later that night, they came online and msged me: "Who are you?"
I responded: "it's Lee...you know, ____'s friend?"
Now, with a name like "Flying Llama [Lee] - random song quote" I thought it would be obvious that my name was Lee, and so I asked "why does nobody read the name in the []'s"
Their replies?
"I thought you were azn" and "Oh, I thought you were chinese".
Nani?
I personally don't get it...at all...I mean, sure, there are a lot of Chinese people with the last name Lee, but who puts their LAST name, and not their first, in their MSN nickname?! Just one of those weird things that piqued my interest.
Yesterday I found out I had hoodwinked Future Shop out of $50, USD.
How?
You may remember that I bought a hard drive from them on Boxing Day, which, in the end, turned out to be defective. However, I had already sent in the mail-in rebate before returning the drive (and proceeding to buy a new, functional, hard drive at Pac Mall), and the rebate came in the mail yesterday...which is good, considering I'm running very low on cash.
Today, however, I discovered a Ying to that Yang (or vice versa...) - I had made a purchase from Tom's store a while ago, to the tune of approximately $28 CAN. I just got a delivery notice in my mailbox, saying said purchase was being held until I paid $14.33 in custom charges.
That's half the price I paid for the item! (and that price included shipping, taxes, etc.)
Apparently, if you say the item is a gift, you don't have to pay the shipping charges...too bad I was told this weeks after I had placed my order :/
Ah well, you win some, you lose some...
Saturday, February 21, 2004
Never looking back again...
Ah, last night was fun. Karaoke is always good times, even with only a few people. Especially those people who show up on time (Alex, Tom H., Celine...I wonder who that fabulous person chauffering you was? ;)
Tom, I know...it was all Jodi's fault.
And Jodi, yes, I know, it was all Tom's fault.
I personally blame it on that Cam guy...only because I didn't know him :P
(Actually, in all fairness he seems pretty cool...and it was most likely Tom's fault, since he was the one whose parents were driving...so why don't we blame his parents and call it a night, neh?).
But don't worry, we'll shift all the guilt and blame onto Annia, since:
a) I don't think she reads this blog, so she won't care, and
b) She was a whopping 2 hours late...even if she did call in advance to warn us.
Ah..karaoke...only place you'll see faces like these. Look at the excrusiating pain they are going through. And I know what you're thinking, but look - THEY'RE holding the mics, NOT me!!!
Of course, since Tom and I are the only regular drivers, and I drove Tom, we were left with 9 people and 1 car. Luckily, Cam left (i guess his parents picked him up?), so it was 8 people, one car.
I have a station wagon, so we had 3 seatbelts up front - myself (obviously), Tom H, and Alex (the big guys...heh, heh). That left the other five in the back [Neither of the 2 photos I took actually managed to capture all 5 of them - sorry, Annia...she was right off-camera, to the right, squished against the door].
I don't ever want to drive with that many people in the car again...I couldn't use the rear-view mirror, and I pretty much had to floor it to go 60km/h. Of course, it was a crappy night - foggy, wet, and rainy - and our combined body heat fogged up the windows, obscuring them completely.
But we got back to Tom H's safely, where he got his car, and from then on there were no more seatbelt-law infractions to speak of.
Bowling afterwards, and nothing much eventful except that Tom Carter, Mr. I-Don't-Drink-Beer, decided to drink, of all things, Heineken. After going on all the time about how shitty that particular brand is.
For shame, Tom, for shame.
But I guess maybe you and April can be soulmates after all, neh?
Back at Queen's, wish I was still on reading week...I love my Markham buddies...
Ah, last night was fun. Karaoke is always good times, even with only a few people. Especially those people who show up on time (Alex, Tom H., Celine...I wonder who that fabulous person chauffering you was? ;)
Tom, I know...it was all Jodi's fault.
And Jodi, yes, I know, it was all Tom's fault.
I personally blame it on that Cam guy...only because I didn't know him :P
(Actually, in all fairness he seems pretty cool...and it was most likely Tom's fault, since he was the one whose parents were driving...so why don't we blame his parents and call it a night, neh?).
But don't worry, we'll shift all the guilt and blame onto Annia, since:
a) I don't think she reads this blog, so she won't care, and
b) She was a whopping 2 hours late...even if she did call in advance to warn us.
Ah..karaoke...only place you'll see faces like these. Look at the excrusiating pain they are going through. And I know what you're thinking, but look - THEY'RE holding the mics, NOT me!!!
Of course, since Tom and I are the only regular drivers, and I drove Tom, we were left with 9 people and 1 car. Luckily, Cam left (i guess his parents picked him up?), so it was 8 people, one car.
I have a station wagon, so we had 3 seatbelts up front - myself (obviously), Tom H, and Alex (the big guys...heh, heh). That left the other five in the back [Neither of the 2 photos I took actually managed to capture all 5 of them - sorry, Annia...she was right off-camera, to the right, squished against the door].
I don't ever want to drive with that many people in the car again...I couldn't use the rear-view mirror, and I pretty much had to floor it to go 60km/h. Of course, it was a crappy night - foggy, wet, and rainy - and our combined body heat fogged up the windows, obscuring them completely.
But we got back to Tom H's safely, where he got his car, and from then on there were no more seatbelt-law infractions to speak of.
Bowling afterwards, and nothing much eventful except that Tom Carter, Mr. I-Don't-Drink-Beer, decided to drink, of all things, Heineken. After going on all the time about how shitty that particular brand is.
For shame, Tom, for shame.
But I guess maybe you and April can be soulmates after all, neh?
Back at Queen's, wish I was still on reading week...I love my Markham buddies...
Friday, February 20, 2004
I really just hope that you are happy now...
I've done quite a bit this week. Nothing too fantastic, just going out most nights with people: bubble tea, pool, coffee, more bubble tea...
Last night I finally got around to having sushi. It's...not as gross as I thought it would be.
Still, of the three pieces I tried, only the eel was actually good. The salmon was far too strong (had to resist an urge to spit it out), and this white thing I had which might have been squid was alright, but had too much wasabe (there was some wasabe "gluing" it onto the rice). I could have tried more, but I wasn't sure I would be able to hold it in if it ended up being like the salmon again.
I guess I won't actually be turning Japanese anytime soon.
My parents want me to start picking up the job search - of course, with this being the last day I'm here. Like most everyone else, I really hate this job-finding thing. It makes it all the worse when I'm trying to get into an actual job, at a research firm, lab, pharmaceutical company, etc. It's not your easy walk-in-and-demand-to-speak-to-a-manager dealie...I mean, if you visit the place in person you have to find entrances to these big industrial buildings, find the HR dept, talk to them, etc. etc. Of course, that's all conjecture seeing as I haven't actually gone and put resumes out yet :/
So here I am blogging to put off actually working on that stuff...which I'll probably never get to.
Which means I'll probably end up going back to Sheridan this summer.
Which means I'll end up killing myself. Ah well, life is overrated anyway :P
Addendum: Oh yeah, all you pstroll peeps - make sure you give me your new urls once Shimmy gets his new webspace or whatever...
I've done quite a bit this week. Nothing too fantastic, just going out most nights with people: bubble tea, pool, coffee, more bubble tea...
Last night I finally got around to having sushi. It's...not as gross as I thought it would be.
Still, of the three pieces I tried, only the eel was actually good. The salmon was far too strong (had to resist an urge to spit it out), and this white thing I had which might have been squid was alright, but had too much wasabe (there was some wasabe "gluing" it onto the rice). I could have tried more, but I wasn't sure I would be able to hold it in if it ended up being like the salmon again.
I guess I won't actually be turning Japanese anytime soon.
My parents want me to start picking up the job search - of course, with this being the last day I'm here. Like most everyone else, I really hate this job-finding thing. It makes it all the worse when I'm trying to get into an actual job, at a research firm, lab, pharmaceutical company, etc. It's not your easy walk-in-and-demand-to-speak-to-a-manager dealie...I mean, if you visit the place in person you have to find entrances to these big industrial buildings, find the HR dept, talk to them, etc. etc. Of course, that's all conjecture seeing as I haven't actually gone and put resumes out yet :/
So here I am blogging to put off actually working on that stuff...which I'll probably never get to.
Which means I'll probably end up going back to Sheridan this summer.
Which means I'll end up killing myself. Ah well, life is overrated anyway :P
Addendum: Oh yeah, all you pstroll peeps - make sure you give me your new urls once Shimmy gets his new webspace or whatever...
Sunday, February 15, 2004
Shoobedoobedoo shoobedoobedoo doowaa
I must say, again, that the Hellsing OST is pretty damn good.
I love being home, mostly because of Toronto radio. I had my basement radio tuned to 91.1, and the main floor system tuned to 96.3, so no matter where in the house I went I was bombarded by melodious sounds.
Then, of course, the dirty people at 91.1 decided to ruin it by playing nothing but interviews and vocal tracks since like 4 this afternoon >:(
Don't get me wrong, vocal jazz is...
...ok, it's pretty bad, imo. There's very little of it I really enjoy, and I was definitely in a non-vocal mood today. So I cued up some of my non-vocal CDs - Enigma, Robert Miles, and now the Hellsing OST.
Reading week is good. I have lots of work, of course, but I'm taking it a bit slower, doing it in a relaxed fashion, kinda at my own pace. And interspread with Scrubs, Last Exile, and sweet piano playing (hopefully gonna grab some Chopin tomorrow ^.^ ).
Last night was fun - drove around with Celine, TJ Carter (could almost be "DJ Kartrrr" or something), and Karin. Who knew that Starbucks closes before 12:30 on Saturdays? Shoddy service! Apparently, attempting to break into a car with a "Bong" CD while a cop car is sitting 20 feet away isn't as bad an idea as it seems. I also don't seem to be able to recognize my own car..."oh shit, my keys don't work", "I broke the door!"...haha...good times!
Also, I've developed an addiction to apple-cinnamon tea...mmm...sooo good.
I must say, again, that the Hellsing OST is pretty damn good.
I love being home, mostly because of Toronto radio. I had my basement radio tuned to 91.1, and the main floor system tuned to 96.3, so no matter where in the house I went I was bombarded by melodious sounds.
Then, of course, the dirty people at 91.1 decided to ruin it by playing nothing but interviews and vocal tracks since like 4 this afternoon >:(
Don't get me wrong, vocal jazz is...
...ok, it's pretty bad, imo. There's very little of it I really enjoy, and I was definitely in a non-vocal mood today. So I cued up some of my non-vocal CDs - Enigma, Robert Miles, and now the Hellsing OST.
Reading week is good. I have lots of work, of course, but I'm taking it a bit slower, doing it in a relaxed fashion, kinda at my own pace. And interspread with Scrubs, Last Exile, and sweet piano playing (hopefully gonna grab some Chopin tomorrow ^.^ ).
Last night was fun - drove around with Celine, TJ Carter (could almost be "DJ Kartrrr" or something), and Karin. Who knew that Starbucks closes before 12:30 on Saturdays? Shoddy service! Apparently, attempting to break into a car with a "Bong" CD while a cop car is sitting 20 feet away isn't as bad an idea as it seems. I also don't seem to be able to recognize my own car..."oh shit, my keys don't work", "I broke the door!"...haha...good times!
Also, I've developed an addiction to apple-cinnamon tea...mmm...sooo good.
Thursday, February 12, 2004
Put my tender heart in a blender watch it spin 'round to a beautiful oblivion...
First round of the second round of midterms is OVER!!!!
Phys yesterday, bio and chem today...
Psyc the week I get back from reading week, but I ain't thinkin' about that just yet.
Phys kinda raped me - absolute best I can hope for is 8/10 if they're REALLY nice, 7/10 looks more likely. Stupid infinite line charge...and in my complete stupidity I forgot I could use freakin' GAUSS' LAW...
MotherFUCKer!!!
I'm sorry.
Bio went well - just checked my mark - 20/20. Who's the man?
Chem was stressful - 15 MC, 10 worth 5 marks each, 5 worth 10 each - and I *think* I got them all right, but I'm a bit unsure on one of the 10 markers (>.<) and one of the 5 markers...
Hopefully, though, I was able to pull off a perfect...
And now that I've said it, it ain't gonna happen :'(
Damnit...why does Bri have a classics midterm tomorrow? I wanna play poooooool!!!! >:(
(and stupid Tom and Chiu are only 18, so they can't get into the QP past 9....bah to their parents for not copulating sooner!)
I'm headin' home tomorrow!!! Can't believe how good I feel about that - this past week is the first time I've felt homesick...
I miss my dog.
I miss my piano.
I miss food (the stuff they feed us here does not fit the technical definition of that word).
I miss the freedom of driving.
I miss the lack of work.
I miss my non-Queen's friends.
And yes, I even miss my parents...
First round of the second round of midterms is OVER!!!!
Phys yesterday, bio and chem today...
Psyc the week I get back from reading week, but I ain't thinkin' about that just yet.
Phys kinda raped me - absolute best I can hope for is 8/10 if they're REALLY nice, 7/10 looks more likely. Stupid infinite line charge...and in my complete stupidity I forgot I could use freakin' GAUSS' LAW...
MotherFUCKer!!!
I'm sorry.
Bio went well - just checked my mark - 20/20. Who's the man?
Chem was stressful - 15 MC, 10 worth 5 marks each, 5 worth 10 each - and I *think* I got them all right, but I'm a bit unsure on one of the 10 markers (>.<) and one of the 5 markers...
Hopefully, though, I was able to pull off a perfect...
And now that I've said it, it ain't gonna happen :'(
Damnit...why does Bri have a classics midterm tomorrow? I wanna play poooooool!!!! >:(
(and stupid Tom and Chiu are only 18, so they can't get into the QP past 9....bah to their parents for not copulating sooner!)
I'm headin' home tomorrow!!! Can't believe how good I feel about that - this past week is the first time I've felt homesick...
I miss my dog.
I miss my piano.
I miss food (the stuff they feed us here does not fit the technical definition of that word).
I miss the freedom of driving.
I miss the lack of work.
I miss my non-Queen's friends.
And yes, I even miss my parents...
Monday, February 09, 2004
The gun is loaded and the bullets are for free...
I apologize for the lack of updates - if you really must know, I spent the entire weekend studying or watching old episodes of Scrubs on my computer.
And that's all I'll be doing until Thursday night, when I'll drop the studying and just watch a lot of Scrubs.
Then Friday night I hit a bus back home with m'man Bri for reading week, so if you're in Markham from the 14th (the loneliest day of the year...) to the 21st, give me a shout.
I apologize for the lack of updates - if you really must know, I spent the entire weekend studying or watching old episodes of Scrubs on my computer.
And that's all I'll be doing until Thursday night, when I'll drop the studying and just watch a lot of Scrubs.
Then Friday night I hit a bus back home with m'man Bri for reading week, so if you're in Markham from the 14th (the loneliest day of the year...) to the 21st, give me a shout.
Thursday, February 05, 2004
Unleash the skeletons from your closet...
Let me start off by saying there's nothing that beats the blues and re-energizes you like loud Billy Talent and haidong gumdo. Now, on with the post!
Looks can be deceiving.
Take this new girl, Pung (? - it's a mix between Pam, Pung, and Pan...odd Chinese [I think] inflection on the end that's hard to transliterate into English), at gumdo. She stands about 5 feet tall, weighs probably somewhere around 70 lbs, and has a face, gait, and voice that can only be described as cute.
She sounds like an 8-year old, trapped in what looks like a 13-year old's body, who just happens to be in 3rd or 4th year (first indication that looks are deceiving).
Pretty much, imagine your stereotypical anime cute female supporting character, although slightly more emaciated and less well endowed (I'm sorry, it may sound cruel but it's the truth).
After gumdo, we end up talking, and she says 2 words that I never thought I'd hear in the same sentence:
"I'm going to go home, have a beer, and play Magic."
That's right: beer, and Magic.
Can you imagine a cute anime-ish 13-year old body saying in a squealy adorable 8-year old voice "I'm going to have a beer"? It was like a left jab to my psyche. *wham*
"I basically live in a frat house" *bam*
"My housemates come to me to get porn passwords, since I can hack the sites" *thank you ma'am*
I jokingly respond with "who needs passwords? There's enough free porn out there."
Her reply?
"Ah, but it's not the good stuff! You don't get stuff like Hustler Barely Legal or..." *thud! 1...2...3...and it's a KO!*
I tell you, it was a strange conversation. Never would have guessed any of that. I guess I'm just bad at figuring people out from first impressions, or I draw the wrong conclusions based on them.
But it's little surprises like this that make life exciting.
That, and skydiving.
Let me start off by saying there's nothing that beats the blues and re-energizes you like loud Billy Talent and haidong gumdo. Now, on with the post!
Looks can be deceiving.
Take this new girl, Pung (? - it's a mix between Pam, Pung, and Pan...odd Chinese [I think] inflection on the end that's hard to transliterate into English), at gumdo. She stands about 5 feet tall, weighs probably somewhere around 70 lbs, and has a face, gait, and voice that can only be described as cute.
She sounds like an 8-year old, trapped in what looks like a 13-year old's body, who just happens to be in 3rd or 4th year (first indication that looks are deceiving).
Pretty much, imagine your stereotypical anime cute female supporting character, although slightly more emaciated and less well endowed (I'm sorry, it may sound cruel but it's the truth).
After gumdo, we end up talking, and she says 2 words that I never thought I'd hear in the same sentence:
"I'm going to go home, have a beer, and play Magic."
That's right: beer, and Magic.
Can you imagine a cute anime-ish 13-year old body saying in a squealy adorable 8-year old voice "I'm going to have a beer"? It was like a left jab to my psyche. *wham*
"I basically live in a frat house" *bam*
"My housemates come to me to get porn passwords, since I can hack the sites" *thank you ma'am*
I jokingly respond with "who needs passwords? There's enough free porn out there."
Her reply?
"Ah, but it's not the good stuff! You don't get stuff like Hustler Barely Legal or..." *thud! 1...2...3...and it's a KO!*
I tell you, it was a strange conversation. Never would have guessed any of that. I guess I'm just bad at figuring people out from first impressions, or I draw the wrong conclusions based on them.
But it's little surprises like this that make life exciting.
That, and skydiving.
Monday, February 02, 2004
Tell me a fable...
We have a new psyc prof now. He started class off by going into the "audience" and asking people their names and where they were from.
With the mike.
It went from there to just asking in general where people were from, making cracks about Baffin Island, and other stuff I've forgotten now.
In other words, the first 20 minutes or so of class sounded like a stand-up routine.
It was great.
This new guy, a Dr. Tripp (even his name is kinda funny), makes the class seem like one long stand-up routine. I think he sounds a bit like Jerry Seinfeld (more in the manner in which he speaks, not his actual voice), and a couple of people around me thought he sounded like Adam Sandler.
I keep expecting him to whip out a guitar and play "The Schizophrenia Song" or something like that.
Tomorrow I have to start studying hardcore for midterms, unfortunately. So tonight, I think I'll relax...after doing some psyc reading, of course.
Stupid psyc reading.
We have a new psyc prof now. He started class off by going into the "audience" and asking people their names and where they were from.
With the mike.
It went from there to just asking in general where people were from, making cracks about Baffin Island, and other stuff I've forgotten now.
In other words, the first 20 minutes or so of class sounded like a stand-up routine.
It was great.
This new guy, a Dr. Tripp (even his name is kinda funny), makes the class seem like one long stand-up routine. I think he sounds a bit like Jerry Seinfeld (more in the manner in which he speaks, not his actual voice), and a couple of people around me thought he sounded like Adam Sandler.
I keep expecting him to whip out a guitar and play "The Schizophrenia Song" or something like that.
Tomorrow I have to start studying hardcore for midterms, unfortunately. So tonight, I think I'll relax...after doing some psyc reading, of course.
Stupid psyc reading.
Sunday, February 01, 2004
Doesn't anybody know how to walk anymore...
I waeled my Gaels last night, and it was quite the fun evening.
Only ended up being my 3 Gaels and 6 of us froshies (myself, Eoin, Mike, Matt, Jane, Catherine), but it was still a fun night.
You can check out pictures here.
I think the event really solidified my decision to attempt to become a Gael - I was waffling a little before. But because of the fun we had last night, and because some people there actually thought I was funny and had a good chance (I'm not sure, but I don't think they were just humoring me...), I think I'm going to go for it.
I heard you should bring food for the interviewers...non-junk food especially, since that's what everyone else brings...fruit is good.
So that's another application to fill out and work on in the next little while...
Apparently, we sent one frosh to the hospital, one of my Gaels (the tall white guy) puked and went to sleep after 19 drinks, and the other stumbled out of the house on her way to Stages around 11:30.
I stayed with Jane, Catherine, and Gill (one of my Gaels - she's alcohol intolerant, so we got her sugar-high...even made her take "sugar shots" - a packet of Crystal Light in one go :P) until the wee hours of the morning, talking with "Yuppie" (one of Phil's housemate's friends) and some of Phil's housemates, one of which was kind enough to bake us a cake (just out of the blue...). Good conversation.
All in all, a good night. Very good. Many laughs ("excuse me, I've told you three times now stop making out on my couch!"), many good stories, good music, and a generally good atmosphere.
Can't wait to have little froshies of my own. :)
I waeled my Gaels last night, and it was quite the fun evening.
Only ended up being my 3 Gaels and 6 of us froshies (myself, Eoin, Mike, Matt, Jane, Catherine), but it was still a fun night.
You can check out pictures here.
I think the event really solidified my decision to attempt to become a Gael - I was waffling a little before. But because of the fun we had last night, and because some people there actually thought I was funny and had a good chance (I'm not sure, but I don't think they were just humoring me...), I think I'm going to go for it.
I heard you should bring food for the interviewers...non-junk food especially, since that's what everyone else brings...fruit is good.
So that's another application to fill out and work on in the next little while...
Apparently, we sent one frosh to the hospital, one of my Gaels (the tall white guy) puked and went to sleep after 19 drinks, and the other stumbled out of the house on her way to Stages around 11:30.
I stayed with Jane, Catherine, and Gill (one of my Gaels - she's alcohol intolerant, so we got her sugar-high...even made her take "sugar shots" - a packet of Crystal Light in one go :P) until the wee hours of the morning, talking with "Yuppie" (one of Phil's housemate's friends) and some of Phil's housemates, one of which was kind enough to bake us a cake (just out of the blue...). Good conversation.
All in all, a good night. Very good. Many laughs ("excuse me, I've told you three times now stop making out on my couch!"), many good stories, good music, and a generally good atmosphere.
Can't wait to have little froshies of my own. :)
