The show so far...

Obscure Monty Python reference for the win.

I bulldozed through my eight-course semester with much better grades than expected. I thought I'd need a very long break, but after having been out of school for less than a month, I'm already going crazy because I am currently doing nothing with my life. I am looking for jobs, though, and I'll take the first one I get. Even if I hate it, I can keep looking while making money.

I finally decided on law school. I will apply at Windsor, U of T, York, UBC and UVic. I'm not sure which kind of specialization I want, but I will most certainly not be a defence lawyer. Whatever I pick, I eventually want to be a judge.

I took off for Vancouver on the 21st of April and I finally adjusted to Vancouver time on the 30th. Unfortunately, I came back to Ontario on the 29th, which is why I am once again writing at a ridiculous hour. It was hard to leave this time because most of my family lives there and I realized that I have gone my whole life without getting to know them. That, and it's much more fun than any city in Ontario I have experienced.

I treated myself to an iPad mini and I do not even remotely regret it. I even knitted a case for it. I can use it to prepare for my upcoming LSAT and look for a job for my year off, as well as waste time with games and fun little apps. It made the recent plane rides a lot less boring.

Time to sleep and hopefully wake up early and get my sleep back on track. Goodnight, internets.

Lessons Learned

When you get a free used slow cooker, make sure it wasn't recalled ten years ago because the handles keep breaking and two people had to be hospitalized for severe burns. If the handles are garbage, the rest of it is probably garbage, too, and it might do things such as burn your baked beans on one side of the cooker while leaving the rest raw. I'll be tossing my free used slow cooker in the dumpster when I make my way to the bus stop tomorrow morning. Hopefully the Zellers that's closing down in the mall will still have some cheap and decent slow cookers left!

Also, when refilling your stapler, make sure your thumb is far enough away from the edge when you close it or your stapler will bite you. It only hurts when I put a lot of pressure on it or touch hot stuff, so I'm not concerned.

Going to bed and waking up early is so much better than doing it late. I'm so glad to I can do it this semester and I am not changing back. I'm still trying to push it earlier so I can get more stuff done in the morning.

Princess is an amazing TV show for wasting time. It makes me feel better about my financial situation to know that I don't have tens of thousands of dollars in consumer debt and I don't behave like those girls do with my money. Not that I can; my only credit card has a very low limit and I want to keep it like that.

And I'm tired. Goodnight, world.

This might be my favourite post so far

So much has happened since I last posted. I finally got a KitchenAid mixer as a Christmas gift and have started making my own bread again since I no longer have to knead it by hand anymore. My sleep schedule has become more human-like since I quit the gay bar and had to register in some early classes. Speaking of which, I am registered in eight classes this semester, two of which are full-year. So yes, you guessed it, I won't be doing a lot of posting here until I finish the semester.

On Friday, I missed my Greyhound to Toronto by a minute. I waited too long inside the terminal for the next bus and found myself at the end of a very long line. When I was three places away, the two girls ahead of me who were travelling together were told that there was one seat left. Since I was travelling alone, I got it. Clearly, I was meant to ride this bus. I noticed that the passenger across the aisle from me had a service dog, but like I do with all Greyhound passengers, I paid no more attention to him and crocheted a doily for the rest of the trip.

Apparently I'm an old lady now and I crochet doilies.

The bus normally stops in front of the Royal York Hotel, but had to stop across the street from it due to construction. The guy across from me was blind, and because all the traffic had been rerouted around the construction, was not able to find his own way to Union Station. The driver asked me if I would lead him there. Why wouldn't I? I take the GO train from Union anyway. Turns out he graduated from Music Therapy at Laurier not too long ago. We naturally talked about our professors the whole way there. The overall experience was pretty cool - I've never led a blind person anywhere before - but even better that we had something in common. I'll be looking for his picture on the wall of composites this week.

What else is going on... I now own The Sims 3 (with Pets), I am planning a recital in February with a friend, there will be a Wind Ensemble concert earlier in February, and I'm trying to find a job to start after I finish school. I'm hoping for admin work at a law firm, but I'll still spam my resume all over the GTA and see what happens.

Come see how pretty I look!

I finally got around to making a real layout/I played around with the templates and came up with something I like. I took the background picture myself. It's some foxgloves at Stanley Park in Vancouver (just in case someone thought I meant the Stanley Park in Kitchener). I would love a fancier camera than the one I have, but it's just not in the cards. That being said, the quality can only be so good when the maximum file size for backgrounds is 300 kilobytes. Still, it looks freaking awesome.

I'm getting closer to being able to make a decent loaf of bread. I found a different recipe and made modifications so that it wouldn't be too sweet or too dry. It tastes alright, but I can never seem to slash it correctly. It always ends up torn by the oven spring on one side with pretty slash marks on the top. I'm wondering if the water I'm brushing on them isn't cold enough or if the slashes are too short. Maybe I should actually take a trip to Home Depot and get a pack of razor blades (and cheesecloth while I'm at it) because my kitchen knives, while very sharp, are still not sharp enough for the task. Maybe the flour I'm using sucks, or I get too tired to knead in enough flour (although that's not the worst thing because too little flour is always better than too much). Maybe it's all of those factors. Trial and error, dammit.

I really miss waking up in the morning, doing something productive during the day, coming home in the evening and sleeping at night. I never thought I would. There is nothing worth doing after 11 pm aside from this job, which, although part time, is wearing me out. I hear friends of mine in other jobs and even coworkers who don't work in the kitchen complain of boredom. What a luxury it must be to complain of boredom and get paid for it! I'll take that over nine hours without even standing still for a second and waking up with legs and feet so sore I can barely balance on them. I am so ready to be done with that for good but I can't afford it yet.

It's late. Gross.