[bobthecockroach]

Originally Posted by Tracy

Yes, yes. Sconecoffee for you!

Thank you. *Tim Hortons for my Canadian buddy*

[Tracy]

Thankya.

I still need to get around to using those certificates. They must be used to fund my coffee-blessed study sessions, but I haven't figured out a time unbusy enough to focus or take up a table for an hour without feeling guilty.

[Tracy]

Today was a lesson in making sure I set the alarm on my phone. Service at my church starts at 9:30... I woke up sometime after noon. I'm so used to waking up at 5:45 that I don't even think of setting an alarm if I can sleep in until 7 or 8. It's not a terribly useful assumption to make.

Tomorrow is a day of much activity that will leave me feeling like an old lady. Go to school, work on stats project, adolescent psych, eat, psychophysiology, eat, volleyball, study. It really isn't that bad but I feel so drained at the end. Couldn't volleyball be on one of the days where I don't have class? I'm just hoping my arms don't become completely bruised up like they did last time. I don't know what I did wrong, but wow. Usually the first time I play in a while, I get a bunch of tiny little bruises, but both were swollen and nearly covered in this continuous bruise. I guess I'm just becoming klutzier as time goes by.

Lipton Sidekicks are my best friend when I am lazy. They sell at the dollar store, and give about four meals. Somehow the taste is still decent. I'm just glad I've been able to avoid Ramen noodles thus far.

While cheap food is on my mind, cream of wheat is my best friend all the time. That is all.

A picture of my kitty will have to wait, I'm afraid.

[Adri]

Tracy is Canadian?




Is your Avatar the picture of your cat?

I still can't believe I fell for the UC joke. *kicks dirt*

Hi Tracy!

[Tracy]

I most certainly am Canadian. How else could I be this awesome?

No, that isn't a picture of my cat; she's much more grey and fluffy. I still have yet to get her pictures scanned, though.

And... UC joke? I don't remember making any. Jokes and I don't get along.

[bobthecockroach]

Originally Posted by Tracy

I most certainly am Canadian. How else could I be this awesome?

That's easy, be New Orleanian.

[Tracy]

I think I would melt in summer.

[Adri]

Originally Posted by Tracy

I most certainly am Canadian. How else could I be this awesome?

No, that isn't a picture of my cat; she's much more grey and fluffy. I still have yet to get her pictures scanned, though.

And... UC joke? I don't remember making any. Jokes and I don't get along.

You just reek of Canadian awesomeness. *laugh*

Yeah, you said if people be good you would share a picture.

UC joke?? Now I can no remember.

Update is needed. *roar*

[Tracy]

Update... but no photo. I'll get one up eventually, honest.

I'm not really sure why I'm so wide awake right now. I woke up at 6:30, and quite literally did a happy dance when I saw my coffee pot filling as programmed. The first words out of my mouth were a beautiful song: "Coffee, coffee, cofFEE!" My cat is used to this by now, but I can't help but wonder what my neighbour must think. I'm moving in a few months, so I guess that doesn't matter.

Yes. Moving. One of my best friends is going to another local university, so we decided to rent an apartment together. We sought, and found, a pretty decent place last Saturday. The owners (a couple, although the wife is less involved now that they have a baby) are really nice, a good contrast from where I am now. I am going to miss the neighbourhood I live in now, and I'm sure there will be unforeseen conflicts, but overall I think this will be a positive change. We've come across a lot of used furniture, which is a relief.

School has been mixed. I can probably pull off decent marks in all of my classes, but I am definitely taking the rest of my psychophysiology courses in English. I just can't retain the terms in French. For some reason, I'm doing a lot better in my Thursday courses than my Monday courses.

I'm not sure what else to say right now. More later. Eventually.

[Tracy]

Today is going to be interesting. I have two classes, meet with a friend from the Christian campus group over my lunch break, and then have an additional three-hour (free!) "experiential workshop" tacked on to the end of the day. All of this is good, especially given that my Thursday classes (as opposed to my Monday classes) are teh awesum, but it's a bit much for a sleep-deprived introvert like me.

I'm going to visit my hometown tomorrow, which means leaving at 5:30 to catch the bus at 5:45. This should be interesting.

Repeating myself is fun. And also interesting.

[Tracy]

Well, the workshop was indeed interesting. It brought up a lot of things, both concerning some issues I have in interacting with others and my past. I'm really sketchy about what came up with the latter, though. Where that came from was an exercise based on just sitting with and observing what we were feeling at the time, and I don't know what to think of what came up. How much was genuine and how much was mere fabrication based on what would explain certain things, I don't know. (How's that for vague?) I saw my therapist the next day, which helped me to process a lot of what went on, but the fact remains that a definitive answer to the questions I have may well be impossible. I don't understand why I can't get over that. Naturally, this was right before learning he has no times available that fit around my schedule for another few weeks.

A bunch of other things have been going on. Nothing overwhelming, but all awkward and confusing. Many of the situations call for wisdom in choosing a course of action that I simply don't have. This has been a stressful year, even though I've felt much better throughout most of the winter. There are so many things I never learned how to do in previous years because I didn't have the strength.

Apparently the student association for the faculty here has voted on a strike. But the profs have been instructed to continue as usual, and today is the day where I really need to speak to the profs of both my courses and in one case, actually be there so as not to be short a partner on a groupwork worth 15% of my final grade. I'm not sure how that's going to pan out, where the picketers are going to be positioned and how well they will stick to instructions to be polite in requesting that students and faculty leave the building. We'll see.

[Tracy]

I'm a little overwhelmed with the end of semester right now. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to get everything done. I just now caught up on doing dishes, but I think housework in general will have to wait. Well, except for sweeping, that is, because the massive amounts of fur my cat is shedding now that it's spring would make the carpet beetles residing in the cracks in the walls and floor too happy. Ew.

Then I'm not sure the summer will be much better. Either I work a well-paying job and don't have to worry about money for the next school year and stay with my parents, or I stay here and end up in a situation where I need to work part-time or take out student loans. I'm worried I won't be able to pull it off. I know people do it all the time, but I'm studying in a second language and I just don't have that kind of energy or strength in the winter. It might be doable if I manage to rework my sketchy time management; I'm just not sure how. As a last resort, I could complete the program in four years instead of three (which is the standard in this province since we have CÉGEP), but I really don't need any more points against me when applying to a graduate program. My lack of interview skills is liability enough. Basically, either I get extremely stressed over the summer and can relax a bit later, or I get to and maintain a constant level of stress which risks interfering with studies. I don't know if I even have a choice in the matter; I have yet to be called for an interview at the first company and I'm a bit worried that my current address (not the address I will be staying at during the summer) means I won't be called at all. Times like this make me wish I were more resilient.

No pictures of my cat, except my avatar. This is what I'm greeted with anytime I turn around and look to see what she's up to.

[Kati]

Hey Tracy...I am reading...just busy with the wedding. I have 10 days left, is it panic time yet?

Just wanted to let you know I'd be praying for you and all your decision-making, as someone who has difficulty with decisions as minor as what to eat for breakfast.

Also, as innocent as your avatar may be, every time I look at it, this is what I see:



I think you should have your kitty examined.

[Tracy]

No, the 8-day mark is the time to panic. So as of midnight... go nuts. I'll be praying that all goes well with the wedding. Also for wisdom in your breakfast choices.

Your depiction is indeed accurate. Especially those mornings when I, horror of horrors, decide to sleep in past 6 AM. If I ignore that look, she goes for the eyelids. All would be well if only she would let me go back to bed... but no. She sits at the far end of the apartment and wails her discontent at being abandoned in favour of sleep. I think she's trying to prevent me from having a social life.

Back to my term paper in social psychology, and counting the hours until I get home tomorrow, and sleep.

[Tracy]

I haven't slept all night on account of that paper, and I'm still not happy with it.

I need to learn that being sick with the flu is no excuse for extra sleep at the end of semester. It just doesn't work.