Movies?

I have a lot more time than I thought in between assignments, and I’ve been going through movies like crazy.

I watched the Addams Family movies (both), then Megamind, then Princess Mononoke, then Appleseed, then Mirrormask, then all of the X-men movies, Mulan, Iron Man,  and I’m running out of movies that I can think of that I want to watch… Of course I’ve seen more movies than that, but I can’t really think of what I want to watch… I’m very close to trying for a Star Wars and LOTR marathons… or just a couple of weeks of watching.

Ah, I do so miss the movie shelves at home, where, even if I’m not thinking of it, I can look at the title and thing “Aha! That’s what I want to watch!”

But right now I’m having a brain fart.

Any suggestions?

Has anyone seen Julie & Julia?

The movie I mean.

No, I’m not missing two girls named Julie and Julia, and if I was, I would probably label this post “MISSING CHILDREN PLEASE HELP ME!”

However, as it is not, I will now admit to having seen the movie, Julie & Julia, for the first time this past Thanksgiving weekend.

What I want to know is how many people watched the movie, and thought through at least part of it that “Hey, I should do something like that! Also, I want to read that blog.”?

Well, I did.

I thought about what, exactly, I could do, as I’m not the greatest cook and am on a students budget, and I have to work on assignments and be social with friends and all that jazz.

I could do a drawing a day! I could scan it and put it on a post/day type thing! I could even up it to like, 2 drawings/day, so my goal would be 720 drawings by next year! in fact, I could do a comic or something about Gwynn like Lexy and I joked about!

Well, I don’t know if over the summer I’ll be working out in the woods again (and therefore without scanner and internet for the most part), and I haven’t been able to figure out the scanner quite yet. Also, a couple of vloggers on YouTube do taped drawings/day, and I don’t think I could do that all the time.

I could… do a rant per day? But a lot of blogs seem to be like that already…

I’m still thinking about what I could do, and will likely still be thinking about it next year, and, quite possibly, will be figuring it out after I graduate.

I want to know what other people were thinking when they were watching the movie, or what they were scheming about, what blotting (blog plotting :D) they did, and maybe what suggestions would work for me 😀 I could just do a question a day, or, like the guy who wrote The Book of Awesome, I could write about one awesome thing every day. I could write a short story every day…

What do you think?

Calling all Ottawarriors! A Dog Park if you Please.

Lexy has recently posted a blog (HERE) about the awesome dog park that’s not close to Toronto, and is also not close to where I live, but is significantly closer to me than her… Well, reading it, I was reminded of the Googled searches for a dog park to bring Gwynn while the fam-jam was visiting.

Of course, he got lots of walking opportunities, and we met a lot of dogs and their owners at the Byward market,but still, it would have been nice to know that there was a dog park near-by so that we weren’t limited by the flow of humanity who had to get past Gwynn and his new friends.

Surprise surprise, the Byward Market (a Farmers market and kind of like Kensington Market in Toronto) is busy on weekends.

On a quick side note, I thought it would likely be a bit less busy than it was any other weekend that I’ve gone down there, what with most to all students being away with their families, but no, Thanksgiving weekend is a huge lure to the tourist traffic.

So yes, we got lots of exercise while exercising the puppy, my feet had that stretchy ache of too-much-walking, but one of the great thing about Dog Parks is that you can walk around and then stand still for a while and your dog STILL gets exercise, going on a rompage around you with the other poochies.

So, Ottawarriors and visitors of the Ottowarian areas, could you please help out by telling the secrets of where the good dog parks are?

Where do you go when you want to hand with the other dog-owners and let your dogs frolic?

Where is it that you know where a dog park is? Even if you only know it’s there because it’s on the way to ___, or because you live near there, I’m calling for help!

Where do YOU park?

I’m Just Too Advanced, so I Died 5x

A new concept in school for me is the idea of ‘Virtual Campus’.

I heard about this, and was like “Okay, I’m not using this then….” because while I go on the computer regularly, I still have major issues with things that later, when I complain about it to friends/family, they’re like “Umm… seriously?”

My worst fear is clicking on something that LOOKS harmless, and getting the Blue Screen of Death as a response

It’s amazing that I managed to figure out iMovie enough for class, let alone use it to subtitle my complain video about my hairy roommate…

So one of my teachers said that yeah, he’ll be using it, and he’ll put up the slides on this Virtual Campus thingy, but made it all sound enough of a meh kind of thing that I was like “Okay, so I don’t have to use this to pass.”

This was on Wednesday, and my first class with this guy.

On Monday, I got a bit of a shock when I was informed by another teacher that all assignments would be… assigned on the virtual campus.

Egads!

And then she goes on to kill me.

All tests will be performed on the VC as well!

Death.

I was that dead girl at the back of the class. Third row, to the right.

I somehow managed to revive myself enough to hear her continue to explain how that would work.

The Tests had no time limits, and she said that she expects us to use our textbooks for it, and I was revived a bit more. Then she killed me again.

As soon as the test is closed, even if you haven’t clicked the button that says “Submit”, it will be handed in… oh by the way, the program seems to be having some problems and occasionally quits.

Quits?

Death.

So I’m required to use this Virtual Campus in order to pass… Great. And it may hand in my tests only part-way finished… Great.

I also have to figure out how to get ONTO this stupid thing, and I will likely die again before I finish. But… I could also get all of the lecture notes, at least for one of my classes, and not have too go to class!?! BRILLIANT! (Lexy, don’t call in the dogs, both you and I know that though I think I could do the class without going to class, I can’t, and won’t)…

Hermit Hobo Me: You mean... I could NOT go to class and still get your notes...? All I have to do is go onto this horribly complicated site? Why do you raise my hopes so? (also, L is AWESOME! From Death Note)

Thankfully All I have to do to get to the site is Google “UOttawa Virtual Campus”, and it’s my usual Ottawa Username and password to get in (as it is for all students, if you don’t know your student number by now you have already failed, and haven’t been able to hand in any tests, assignments…Fail.), and I noticed when I clicked a link to my class that I had an assignment up. Fun. So I clicked it, as it didn’t have a time limit other than it had to be handed in by the next week.5, and waited as it brought up a blank page.

It wouldn’t open.

Death.

Next class my teacher said that it seems as though people who have a more advanced computer (as I do, and I love my Macbook Pro) may not be able to open anything on the VC.

Bugger.

I figured out that I can hand things IN, I just can’t open the assignment description… I also can open and hand in the tests, which is wonderful as I don’t want to have to go to the library every time I need to finish a test.

Also, now all of the tests are open, so I could, conceivably, finish all of my tests and then finish the assignments as they come, but really, I may do a couple of tests every other week if I’m feeling ambitious, but the test I just did today tells me that my teacher tells us a lot of the answers in class.

So now I’m alive, with my much too Advanced (yes with capital) computer, feeling happy that the test was so easy even if I DID have to go out and buy a $150 set of books (Death), and I DO have to do laundry (DEATH)…

But maybe tomorrow…

Oh, you should know, I Got an Abortion 2 Weeks Ago.

I have had a total of 2 roommates before coming to university and gaining 3, and it was a mix.

Signs of crazyness are fairly obvious... My last roommate was obviously crazy.

I don’t know much about my 3 roommates right now, other than the excessive shedding-and-not-caring-ness of one, and knowing what their majors are (business, law, and science, and me, in fine arts :|), so this post will be about my first roommate, who wasn’t crazy, and my second roommate, who was.

It would be fair to say that actually, my first roommate was Emma, but she’s my sister. And it happened when I was younger, so…

Yeah.

N was my first roommate, in Rangers. The rooms were small, didn’t have a door because it would be a fire hazard, and was set up with a bed, shelf, and hanging closet bit on either side of the room. N was great, though in the way that everyone seemed to get roomed, she and I weren’t very similar, were in fact very different, and the only real complaint I ever really had about her was that she would come into the room and immediately take off her shirt and strut around in her sports bra. Lexy once told me of her friend no-pants Alex, who was called that because as soon as he got home he would take off his pants, regardless of who was over, and strut similarly around in his boxers. N was like that too, but I feel that there is a difference. N had gigantic boobs, and complained about them often.

Hm.

But I mainly want to talk about my roommate from this summer, the one who shared a room with me for the two months I worked at Grundy Lake.

She was insane.

Insane in a fairly quiet way, but made her insaneness known within the first ten minutes of knowing her, before I had even finished unpacking. She’s insane in a way that makes you go “Whyyyy?!?”

Ten minutes in to unpacking, while my parents have gone to grab another box from the van, and she looks up from her own organizing, and mentions, in a casual voice “Oh, you should know, I got an abortion about 2 weeks ago.”

Me and sanity: What?

"Me NOT Want to Know!" "I'se just telling you--" "NOT WANT" "Youse should KNOW--" "NOT WANT!"

Insanity: *laughing* I don’t have anything to add.

On the outside though, I look at her and say “Um, okay? Good for you…?” What else am I going to say? WHAT would you say to someone who tells you this? I’ve known her name for less than an hour! Then, she ups the crazy.

“Oh, I didn’t want to have the abortion, but the babies were already dead inside of me.”

Excuse me?

“Um…”

Insanity, by this point, is on the floor laughing, and can’t get the breath to say anything, and me and Sanity are looking at each other and at this girl and thinking about how this girl will be sleeping in the same room as me for the next 60-odd days… oh boy…

But then my parents come in, and so the crazy is hidden away again, or at least she doesn’t really speak after that.

When walking down to the main gate to fill out some paperwork with a couple of my co-workers, one asks who has gotten the abortion story so far.

At least she isn’t restricting all of her crazy to me then…

She also, by tat point, had been talking about how her phone could go up to 50 feet under water, and how it could also then be shot ot of a cannon and still be usable. The girl at the store showed it to her, by putting it in a bucket of water and by throwing it on the ground. Bull.

I now have the same phone as she has, an Android Smartphone, and no, it will still be unhappy and broken under water, and I have a case around it because I’m not going to throw it on the ground. My phone will take enough abuse from me with out me testing for its aquatic abilities and shooting it from a cannon.

So I have a crazy, story-telling roomie… huh…

Later on in the summer, she tells me more about the abortion (I did not bring it up, and was in fact in the middle of reading). She admits that she was more than a couple of months along, and that she would have had twins, if she hadn’t had the procedure.

No really.

“By the way the doctor said that if I have a nosebleed, call the ambulance because I could die.” More crazyness O_O

She then goes on to talk about how it was her fault for getting the abortion, and her boyfriend has just texted her saying he wished she hadn’t. This boyfriend, by the way, is not the guy who knocked her up. She is now feeling guilty, but the babies were dead already with holes in their lungs. She says she thinks it’s because she was smoking.

Smoking while pregnant.

Holy Jeeze, she thinks that it’s because she was smoking while drinking.

Really.

It’s been a couple of weeks since I last saw her, and thinking back, I still have No Idea how I could have responded any better than the “Really”, “Uh huh”, and “Hmm” responses that I ended up giving when she decided to share.

I sometimes think that perhaps if I had stayed silent, MAYBE she would have dropped the idea of telling me of her crazyness. Maybe.

Occasionally we would have normal conversations, talking about what kind of work we did (Thank God we had different jobs– me in Maintenance and her as a Naturalist), and she took a lot of trips, either to her house which was like 20-30 minutes away, or she would go with her boyfriend, or she would go on an out trip with the other Naturalists… Entire nights without the worry that I will hear aout boyfriend troubles, about her worries about her post-abortion figure, about how she didn’t fucking swear….

Yeah… Normal roommate, and then the crazy roommate, and now I have three…. one of which is hairy and shedding.

But at least they all seem normal. And I haven’t heard any I-Don’t-Need-To-Know stories.

Yet.

Anyone else have crazy roommate stories?

Live Long and Prosper

I send my Parents and siblings links to things that I find interesting or funny, or even just useful. (Such as a site that said when all of my university holidays are). I recently sent a link to a Danish Movie Trailer that would likely come out in english sometime soon, that I thought that the fam-jam would get a kick out of, even though it seems a bit like most of the humour is like kicks to the balls, stupid puns (the best kind :D), and general animated humour.

I figured, hey, I’m probably going to get a reply or two along the lines of “Hah, looks funny, don’t you love Vikings?”

I get an e-mail from my mom saying “will look at it later.  Long day .. .  had one of my DECA students commit suicide last night”

O_O

Had a bit of a flashback, of about 2 weeks ago when I received an e-mail asking what my favourite colour was. Why? Because Mom wants to know what colour flower to add to one of the bouquets for grandma’s memorial.

O_O Grandma’s dead? This is a horrible way to tell me! What the Hell?!?

Mom then tells me that no, they just want to be prepared, since Grandma wasn’t eating, and apparently one of the last staged of Alzheimer’s is to forget how to swallow. False alarm though, as she just didn’t like the food and was stuffing it in her cheeks instead of swallowing or TELLING the nurses that she didn’t like it.

I got the full story about it today over the phone, after making sure that it wasn’t a close-close student…  I know it sounds bad, but yeah, my first response was to ask if she knew him well, and THEN to say sorry to hear it.

He was 16 years old, had a 94% average last year, was part of a band, and about 2-3 hours after he left his friends after working on making some new songs, he hung himself.

Did it after school, but before his mom got home.

His mom came home to find that her son had hung himself.

I can’t imagine doing that to my parents, and am, in fact, tearing up right now at the thought.

Definitely crying. Great.

Earlier today I got a text from my sister saying how bad the traffic was, and in the same conversation with my mom I found out that some guy decided that he would make his suicide very public. He was speeding on the highway, and caused a lot of accidents, causing an unknown number of injuries and deaths. It was along the QEW. This is what I heard from my mom.

You know those concrete sound barriers on either side of the highway? He rammed through one of those, and caused the line to fall onto the highway, again injuring and possibly killing a number of drivers. When he went through it, his car landed on another car on the other side. He is currently at the hospital, facing severe head trauma.

More information HERE, HERE, and HERE.

It closed down that part of the highway, and slowed down traffic all from about 1:15ish to about 8pm.

I don’t understand the appeal of dying. Yes, the point of life is eventual death, but the point of death is to make you appreciate life so much more. And Suicide is ridiculous.

IF, and I say IF, I were to ever decide that it’s all too much, that I have no more reason to live, that I figure that my life is pointless, all of my family would have to be dead, all of my friends would have to be dead, I would have to have absolutely nothing to my name, I would have to have been beaten and raped, I would have had to be relying on a machine to live, and I would have to have experienced some kind of severe head trauma to make me lose any intelligence I have. THAT is what it would take for me to decide that it was worth it for me to kill myself.

The thought of ANYONE I know dying makes me want to cry again, and I can’t imagine how bad it would be to actually lose someone I love because they took their own life, and I don;t think I’m assuming too much to think that my family and friends would be a bit more than upset if I died.

Your life, and the life of the people around you are worth too much for Suicide to be anything but stupid.

My mom’s DECA student was 16, and there’s no way he had nearly enough teenage angst to justify doing that to his mom.

The driver (who is also 16), had no right to risk other people’s lives to off himself any more than he had the right to put his own family through his death.

My heart goes out to the families of those who died at others or their own hands, and I can honestly say that I never want to think about one of my family members committing suicide (for those who care, that just made me start crying again :|). Never ever ever never EVER.

I don’t care if you don’t like Star Trek, there’s a number of good messages in it. one particularly reaches out to me.

Stop killing already.

Live long and Prosper.

Spock: Live long and Prosper my friend… Do It.

My Mom Knows About my Blog and Won’t Read It!

My Mom knows about my blog, and I was the one who sent her the link.

I decided to blog so that i could keep in touch with the family on the random thoughts side of things, so that they wouldn’t get out of touch. I find it works as i read Lexy’s stuff as it comes up in my e-mail, and am Informed.

But I sent it to the family, and only Lexy ever reads it.

I don’t write anything that I fear telling my parents any more than I write anything that would be a Bad Thing to tell my sister. My parents are pretty cool with whatever I tell them, and it’s not as if I’m going to blog about something uncomfortable (so sorry, if you were expecting any of my posts to be about the many many illicit affairs and orgies I partake in, you’ll be disappointed :|)

She asked how it would work, and those of you reading think know that it’s fairly simple.

I also told my mom that she wouldn’t even have to click something different if she wanted to see if there was something new; she would just have to click this ONE link.

I understand why she might be leery of the ordeal (le gasp, she’s written about ME!?), and I can understand if she doesn’t want to read all the crap that I have written, but I would like her to have at least checked out ONE post.

I finally got her to read one of my posts, the one where I have a video that I made myself, going on about the grossness of my shedding roomy, and I’m glad, because she now knows about this, and this is something that I don’t remember most of the time to write about in the e-mails that I send to the fam-jam.

Again, I started this because I though, hey, cool, I can write about what’s going on and then have my family be like “Aha, I know what’s going on!”

Also, if I make more videos, they can se that I’m not smash-faced and pierced and blah-ed myself to unrecognizability. That’s a word, I swear.

Has anyone else tried to get their family to read their log?