Hi Internets! I'm back! Still alive and kicking! I kinda took a break from the Internets during and after my reading week, but it seems to have slowly crept back into my life so I figured it was time to babble on the internets again :D.
I'm not too sure what to say, so I figure I'll just talk about what is going around my mind atm. And that would be running. As in I am just drying off from my shower I took after going for my run this evening. I've discovered I love running in the evening. When I used to run during the day, I'd always end up feeling sick for ages afterwards cause of the heat and would never be able to run as far as I should be able to. Evening running however, none of that gross sick feeling, without the sun my body seems to be able to regulate its internal temperature much better. Also I can run further without realising how far I am running. Especially since I dont bring a watch and dont really plan a route and just kinda let my body go for as long as I can push it. Last week, as it was my first week running outside since October, I ran about 5-7km depending on the evening. Tonight I ran 9km. I'm glad that running on the treadmill hasn't killed my stamina - I think it may have even improved my speed. Then again, I have been prone to wishful thinking in the past... and it seems there are less ladies with walkers out at this time of night in which I can compare my speed against.
Speaking of outdoor - holy crap Mr Weather. It's March. In Canada. It is *NOT* supposed to be 24 degrees out! It is supposed to be cold, melty, snowy, icy and generally miserable weather... not sunny and gorgeous and shorts-and-t-shirts weather! I know, I know, why am I complaining? I should be thrilled... blah blah. Its just... its just a reflection of the way the winter has been. Much too warm. Plus, I hate the heat. Right now its not too bad, even if it is warm, at very least its not humid so its bareable. But if its already 24 degrees, I can't imagine what it will be like this summer. Plus, if we dont get a cold/below-freezing snap, we are gonna be over run with bugs by April. Bah.
Then again, all that being said, I'm not going to stop enjoying the weather while its here. Tho I'd kinda prefer it being miserable so I couldn't enjoy it - and locking myself in the library for fun study time would be much easier to do. Ah well, c'est le vie.
Anyway, I think thats it for me. Have a good night Internets. I shall try to get back on a steady schedule for your amusement again. Bai! :D
Sunday, 18 March 2012
Thursday, 16 February 2012
Metaphorically Speaking of Course
So, I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before (ok, I'm pretty sure I have. I'm just not gonna go back and double check), but I have a shit-ass digestive system.
**WARNING** I'm gonna describe me being in a slight amount of pain. If you are a worrying mother, I may prefer you don't read this. Unless you make dad hear the aftermath instead of me. Then it's cool. :D
For those of you who dont know (or who, like me, are too busy to go back and look if I ever explained details), about 2 years ago my stomach decided to stop digesting, well, food to be perfectly honest. I went from being one of the least picky people pretty much ever to have a diet that is essentially restricted to plain rice and plain vegetables (assuming of course that these veggies arent overly acid. Or onions). Why? No idea. Am I going to a doc for it? Yes, its been 2 years, I'd be a bit of an idiot if I hadn't looked into it by now, wouldn't I? Is it Celiac? No. Is it lactose intolerance? No - that means I can't drink milk. Not that I can't eat. Look it up. Is it - ok, I'm gonna stop you there. No. Or I dont know. But unless you have a crazy, weird, obscure suggestion, I'm going with probably not. Most of the others have been looked at. But wait, what about IBS? You mean Iritable Bowel Syndrome? Here's a lesson in IBS for people out there - IBS is what is diagnosed to people who have stomach pain from an undeterminded source. So yes. You could say I have IBS, technically. That still doesn't mean I know what it is.
Anyway, moving on. So the other night I had, well, pretty much the worst stomach attack of my life. Normally my stomach problems reveal themselves in annoying, but livable ways - acid reflux, slight pain, some nausea (thankfully vomiting not included), bowel-type-movements most people dont like hearing about - pain in the ass, but I can deal. Valentines Day night I didn't sleep. Ok, thats a lie. I slept 3 very disturbed hours between which I wreathed in pain as an invisible knife was repeatedly stabbed into my gut and dragged across my abdomen and into my back. Not pleasant (Also for all you mothers and stand-in jewish mothers out there who are still reading [you know who you are :P] I am fine, don't worry about me, life goes on, nothing can go wrong, shit happens, I'm optimistic and really it's not as bad as I make it seem, I'm just good at description... or something like that).
The whole point of that explination is essentially this - I've noticed that when I describe my stomach issues, I often tend to speak in metaphor... well, simile technically. Tho the knife one was definitely a metaphor. For example, the day after (well, afternoon after, but I digress) when my friend was over and helping me out a bit and asked me how I feel I kept telling her (and others) "Essentially it's like last night my stomach beat the shit out of me and today I get to feel all the swelling, cuts and bruises." Or since then, esspecially after I eat, I still get shorter, less intense stomach spasms. And I find myself thinking "Its kinda like my body just had an earthquake and now I'm experiencing the aftershocks." Or "I hate going to the doctor, I get there and its like I've forgotten everything I wanted to tell them or ask them and they treat me like an idiot child." Wait... no... thats not a simile, thats real life.
I guess I find it kind of interesting that my brain does that. Just like when I'm in the worst moments of pain I start thinking of fantasy reasons for my problem. I don't have digestive issues, I'm actually a witch and it's my power's way of expressing myself until I am able reign it in and control it. Or I'm turning into a super hero, like the Hulk. I've actually got an alien inside my stomach and it's bursting to come out. Maybe I'm a werewolf except instead of full moons being my trigger, it's food. I was actually supposed to be a twin, but it started developing late. Maybe I'm 2-years pregnant with the next Messiah (with that whole virgin-birth thing and all). I'm pretty sure I've come up with a hundred of these things.
I think it's a pretty commen fact that the brain protects itself in times of weakness or pain or trauma. I like how my brain protects itself. Its interesting, and relatively optimistic (ok, maybe not about the alien wanting to burst out of my stomach, but you get what I mean.) Also it can be distracting from the pain some times and even inspires some pretty sool story ideas that I never tell anyone but sometimes develope as I'm falling asleep at night. So yes, stomach pain sucks. But my brain is pretty awesome. Unless it is migraining - then less so. But in general, I approve of it.
So Internets, thanks once again for reading my babbalage. Also, once again, I am fine, don't worry about me, I deal, life goes on, it's getting better, really, yes I am still eating, life is wonderful, hakuna matata, nothing can go wrong... go wrong... go wrong...
**WARNING** I'm gonna describe me being in a slight amount of pain. If you are a worrying mother, I may prefer you don't read this. Unless you make dad hear the aftermath instead of me. Then it's cool. :D
For those of you who dont know (or who, like me, are too busy to go back and look if I ever explained details), about 2 years ago my stomach decided to stop digesting, well, food to be perfectly honest. I went from being one of the least picky people pretty much ever to have a diet that is essentially restricted to plain rice and plain vegetables (assuming of course that these veggies arent overly acid. Or onions). Why? No idea. Am I going to a doc for it? Yes, its been 2 years, I'd be a bit of an idiot if I hadn't looked into it by now, wouldn't I? Is it Celiac? No. Is it lactose intolerance? No - that means I can't drink milk. Not that I can't eat. Look it up. Is it - ok, I'm gonna stop you there. No. Or I dont know. But unless you have a crazy, weird, obscure suggestion, I'm going with probably not. Most of the others have been looked at. But wait, what about IBS? You mean Iritable Bowel Syndrome? Here's a lesson in IBS for people out there - IBS is what is diagnosed to people who have stomach pain from an undeterminded source. So yes. You could say I have IBS, technically. That still doesn't mean I know what it is.
Anyway, moving on. So the other night I had, well, pretty much the worst stomach attack of my life. Normally my stomach problems reveal themselves in annoying, but livable ways - acid reflux, slight pain, some nausea (thankfully vomiting not included), bowel-type-movements most people dont like hearing about - pain in the ass, but I can deal. Valentines Day night I didn't sleep. Ok, thats a lie. I slept 3 very disturbed hours between which I wreathed in pain as an invisible knife was repeatedly stabbed into my gut and dragged across my abdomen and into my back. Not pleasant (Also for all you mothers and stand-in jewish mothers out there who are still reading [you know who you are :P] I am fine, don't worry about me, life goes on, nothing can go wrong, shit happens, I'm optimistic and really it's not as bad as I make it seem, I'm just good at description... or something like that).
The whole point of that explination is essentially this - I've noticed that when I describe my stomach issues, I often tend to speak in metaphor... well, simile technically. Tho the knife one was definitely a metaphor. For example, the day after (well, afternoon after, but I digress) when my friend was over and helping me out a bit and asked me how I feel I kept telling her (and others) "Essentially it's like last night my stomach beat the shit out of me and today I get to feel all the swelling, cuts and bruises." Or since then, esspecially after I eat, I still get shorter, less intense stomach spasms. And I find myself thinking "Its kinda like my body just had an earthquake and now I'm experiencing the aftershocks." Or "I hate going to the doctor, I get there and its like I've forgotten everything I wanted to tell them or ask them and they treat me like an idiot child." Wait... no... thats not a simile, thats real life.
I guess I find it kind of interesting that my brain does that. Just like when I'm in the worst moments of pain I start thinking of fantasy reasons for my problem. I don't have digestive issues, I'm actually a witch and it's my power's way of expressing myself until I am able reign it in and control it. Or I'm turning into a super hero, like the Hulk. I've actually got an alien inside my stomach and it's bursting to come out. Maybe I'm a werewolf except instead of full moons being my trigger, it's food. I was actually supposed to be a twin, but it started developing late. Maybe I'm 2-years pregnant with the next Messiah (with that whole virgin-birth thing and all). I'm pretty sure I've come up with a hundred of these things.
I think it's a pretty commen fact that the brain protects itself in times of weakness or pain or trauma. I like how my brain protects itself. Its interesting, and relatively optimistic (ok, maybe not about the alien wanting to burst out of my stomach, but you get what I mean.) Also it can be distracting from the pain some times and even inspires some pretty sool story ideas that I never tell anyone but sometimes develope as I'm falling asleep at night. So yes, stomach pain sucks. But my brain is pretty awesome. Unless it is migraining - then less so. But in general, I approve of it.
So Internets, thanks once again for reading my babbalage. Also, once again, I am fine, don't worry about me, I deal, life goes on, it's getting better, really, yes I am still eating, life is wonderful, hakuna matata, nothing can go wrong... go wrong... go wrong...
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
Governmental Rural Aging in Health
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
So next week is a pretty big week for me school-wise. I have 3 assigments due (as well as 1 smaller weekly assignment which I have due every Monday) and my first midterm. Now, I'm not overly stressed about these things. Not yet anyway. For the most part, they are quite nicely spaced out, two assignments due Monday, one Thursday and midterm on Friday. So my issue isnt *really* about timing. I'm just having so much trouble sitting down and writing these things.
For my Rural Health class I have an essay-outline due. Two pages, stating what my topic is and then outlining three questions and three references I am going to be looking at in my actualy paper. Not difficult. Except that I can't think of what to say to stretch it to two pages. It really is just basic writers block. I'm compeletely blanking. Which is weird for me - I dont know if you've noticed, but I can normally write a lot with while saying very little.
The same is happening for my Health Policy class. I have to write two pages, a question per page, on the levels of government involved in policy making for seniors ( yeah. I know. Just reading that sentence puts me to sleep too.) I've done the research, I know the levels of government. And all I can think of to say is "Policy making for senior citizens is made throughout all levels of government. Period. The End." Not exactly worth two pages. Maybe if I bang my head against my desk a few more times I'll knock something intellegent out of there and onto my screen...
My final assignment shouldn't be as hard, at least not in the sense of writing. I have to pick a day and for the entire day immiate something an elderly person would experience (eg. loss of hearing, sight, memory, mobility... yeah). I have plenty of ideas for this. I don't, however, have plenty of time. I keep feeling as tho every day is the wrong day to do this. I have school. I have work. I have... a lot of excuses esentially. I really should just do it, I mean really I think a lot of the point is the distruption of daily activities right? So I should stop complaining and just do it right? Ugh.
Anyway. Anyway Anyway. I suppose I should go back to beating my head against my desk. This has been a nice procrastination, but the sooner I can get all of this done the better right? Right. Bye for now Internets!
EDIT: Apparently sometimes you just need to bitch. I literally pressed publish on this post, went back to my policy assignment and it is now finished. Go figure lol
So next week is a pretty big week for me school-wise. I have 3 assigments due (as well as 1 smaller weekly assignment which I have due every Monday) and my first midterm. Now, I'm not overly stressed about these things. Not yet anyway. For the most part, they are quite nicely spaced out, two assignments due Monday, one Thursday and midterm on Friday. So my issue isnt *really* about timing. I'm just having so much trouble sitting down and writing these things.
For my Rural Health class I have an essay-outline due. Two pages, stating what my topic is and then outlining three questions and three references I am going to be looking at in my actualy paper. Not difficult. Except that I can't think of what to say to stretch it to two pages. It really is just basic writers block. I'm compeletely blanking. Which is weird for me - I dont know if you've noticed, but I can normally write a lot with while saying very little.
The same is happening for my Health Policy class. I have to write two pages, a question per page, on the levels of government involved in policy making for seniors ( yeah. I know. Just reading that sentence puts me to sleep too.) I've done the research, I know the levels of government. And all I can think of to say is "Policy making for senior citizens is made throughout all levels of government. Period. The End." Not exactly worth two pages. Maybe if I bang my head against my desk a few more times I'll knock something intellegent out of there and onto my screen...
My final assignment shouldn't be as hard, at least not in the sense of writing. I have to pick a day and for the entire day immiate something an elderly person would experience (eg. loss of hearing, sight, memory, mobility... yeah). I have plenty of ideas for this. I don't, however, have plenty of time. I keep feeling as tho every day is the wrong day to do this. I have school. I have work. I have... a lot of excuses esentially. I really should just do it, I mean really I think a lot of the point is the distruption of daily activities right? So I should stop complaining and just do it right? Ugh.
Anyway. Anyway Anyway. I suppose I should go back to beating my head against my desk. This has been a nice procrastination, but the sooner I can get all of this done the better right? Right. Bye for now Internets!
EDIT: Apparently sometimes you just need to bitch. I literally pressed publish on this post, went back to my policy assignment and it is now finished. Go figure lol
Friday, 3 February 2012
Many Blood Sucking Tics
I hate politics. I hate the pointless bickering, the indecisiveness, the drama. I hate that everyone thinks politics are so important. I hate how people gett so into politics. Most of all, I hate how I don't believe any of that anymore.
I used. I used to believe all of that and more. Politics was something my family argued about around the dinner table or at family reunions. Politics was boring extra school work. I just didn't care, because why should I? If I don't have an opinion, it doesn't affect me right?
I think you see where I am going with this - no, not right. Very wrong in fact. Not only because it does and always will affect me, but because, low and behold, I *do* have an opinion. Lots of them. Lots and lots and lots of them. Hell, some people have a hard time getting me go shut up about them. But don't worry, this blog won't be about those opinions, nor is this a post on why you too should become involved in your local politics. I guess what I really want to talk about in this blog is how strange life is... but don't worry, its not that deep. I mean, since when do I do *deep* anyway?
But life is strange. Life is strange in the way that I can go, in a year and a half, from hating every little thing about politics to being more deeply involved that I think anyone would have believed I could be. I doubt anyone in HS would believe me now if they heard me talk lol. I used to believe that I had no opinions - my sister, my best friend, my dad (no those are not all the same person lol) now THEY had opinions. But me? Naw, I'm a neutral third party. Also known as, I'm in denial. Because, trust me, I have opinions. Trust me. Which are obviously better than your opinions unless your opinions are the exact same as mine. Lol, or not.
And you know what I blame? Not my overly political family, who I lived with for 18+ years. No. I blame education. What is it with education anyway? Expanding my horizons, pffffft. Like that's good for me. I mean, look what it did for me - expanding my horizons, opening my mind to new ideas, making me a smarter and more well rounded person - who wants that anyway?... damn them.
But that is the difference. Not just the education either, although that has played a major role in my transformance, making me realise there are issues I care about and am willing to fight for. But I also credit my friend Vanessa. Everyone needs s Vanessa in their lives. Not only is she the most postive influence ever, but she is the most passionate person when in comes to people and issues she cares about. You can not be around someone containing *that* much passion and not have it rub off. She really brings to light not only that it is important to fight for what you believe, but why.
So yes Internet, that is what post secondary education does to you. It, or people met through it make you care. I mean, unthinkable eh? Who would have thought? Just let that be a lesson to you who decide to move forward in your education - education changes you. But don't worry, if you learn from my life lessons, we will all get through this OK :P.
Have a wonderful day!
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
Streamers
So I have a problem. Like, there should be an AA-type gathering for this type of problem. Ok, maybe not that bad - not so much addiction, more of an obsession. My problem is old TV shows.
I find a great way to take a break from studying, relax, and just do nothing for a while is to watch a TV show. And I love the internet just for that reason, I'll start a show I haven't watched before or possibly have watched numerous times in the past, and I have something to amuse me for months, a semesters worth of study breaks if they show is long enough. Or at least, that is what it should be. Herein lies my problem - watching old TV episodes is like eating chips - you can't just stop with one.
I get obsessed, I really do. I've always had a somewhat obsessive personality. Many of my friends and family can still recall the LOTR phenomenon of 2003-2007...8...9...ish. I wore the Ring around my neck for all 4 years of high school and could quote any part of any movie on comand without hesitation. More recently I have been going through a Doctor Who phase, tho I am trying so hard not to be as bad as LOTR. It takes a lot of will power, let me tell you. But I only have 2 posters up in my room (at the moment...) and no I dont carry my sonic screwdriver with me at all times (besides, the batteries are dead). But I'm sure I would if I didnt keep myself in check.
But so my problem is. I study for a few hours, decide to take a half hour/hour long study break (depending on the length of my current television show) and then I will get back to work. Of course, once that show ends I just HAVE to see how the next episode goes - do they find out something new?! Was that a subtle cliff hanger at the end that I need to solve?! Will so-and-so be revealed?!. But here's the thing- I dont really watch the most suspence-intense shows. I've done this for shows like Scrubs and How I Met Your Mother. Or my recently finished "problem" show - Charmed.
Charmed is not what one would considered a "top-notch show". It's fun, it has its moments dialogue or story-wise. The acting is so-so to good, but not great. But its fun. And I have a weak spot for anything to do with magic or witches or what have you. Yet somehow, it turned into one of my worst must-keep-watching type shows. To the point where Sunday, when I had school work to do (dont worry, I got everything important finished) and a room to clean (... ok, that probably wouldn't have done that anyway), I watched almost the entire last season in one sitting. How bad is that? And I complain I dont have time for blogging... yeah right. I convinced myself that if I got it all done in one fell swoop, it wouldn't distract me for the rest of the semester. Which isn't technically a lie, but it is also not a good excuse for eating up the majority of the house's bandwidth, leaving us to only do the most minimal amount of internet surfing for the next 2 and a half weeks until our new billing period starts again. Ugh.
So yeah, I can be a bit of an idiot some days. But I am going to try not to do it again. I am setting myself parameters. I am not watching any more TV online, past HIMYM and The Big Bang theory which each come out once a week, until my semester is over. I am also going to try avoiding starting seasons of TV shows online and resitrict myself to borrowing DVDs from friends or something. Such as Star Trek: TNG that I will be borrowing from a friend this summer, once my school is done. Because, of course, the other reason for my complete-series ban is to not distract myself from school, because, lets face it, I dont really need any extra help to accomplish that.
Oh, and for the next couple weeks I have to limit my youtubing as well. How will I live?! (Also I screwed my roomates over... which I do actually feel quite bad for. And I wont do again. Tho it would help is my landlord raised our bandwidth cap. Which he is working on. But yeah. Still not doing that again. Bad Paige.)
And that, my dear internets, is my tale of woe. I know, feel bad for me. I do live through some hard struggles. But I suppose that is what you get when you are cursed such as I am :P. Goodnight Sweet Internets!
I find a great way to take a break from studying, relax, and just do nothing for a while is to watch a TV show. And I love the internet just for that reason, I'll start a show I haven't watched before or possibly have watched numerous times in the past, and I have something to amuse me for months, a semesters worth of study breaks if they show is long enough. Or at least, that is what it should be. Herein lies my problem - watching old TV episodes is like eating chips - you can't just stop with one.
I get obsessed, I really do. I've always had a somewhat obsessive personality. Many of my friends and family can still recall the LOTR phenomenon of 2003-2007...8...9...ish. I wore the Ring around my neck for all 4 years of high school and could quote any part of any movie on comand without hesitation. More recently I have been going through a Doctor Who phase, tho I am trying so hard not to be as bad as LOTR. It takes a lot of will power, let me tell you. But I only have 2 posters up in my room (at the moment...) and no I dont carry my sonic screwdriver with me at all times (besides, the batteries are dead). But I'm sure I would if I didnt keep myself in check.
But so my problem is. I study for a few hours, decide to take a half hour/hour long study break (depending on the length of my current television show) and then I will get back to work. Of course, once that show ends I just HAVE to see how the next episode goes - do they find out something new?! Was that a subtle cliff hanger at the end that I need to solve?! Will so-and-so be revealed?!. But here's the thing- I dont really watch the most suspence-intense shows. I've done this for shows like Scrubs and How I Met Your Mother. Or my recently finished "problem" show - Charmed.
Charmed is not what one would considered a "top-notch show". It's fun, it has its moments dialogue or story-wise. The acting is so-so to good, but not great. But its fun. And I have a weak spot for anything to do with magic or witches or what have you. Yet somehow, it turned into one of my worst must-keep-watching type shows. To the point where Sunday, when I had school work to do (dont worry, I got everything important finished) and a room to clean (... ok, that probably wouldn't have done that anyway), I watched almost the entire last season in one sitting. How bad is that? And I complain I dont have time for blogging... yeah right. I convinced myself that if I got it all done in one fell swoop, it wouldn't distract me for the rest of the semester. Which isn't technically a lie, but it is also not a good excuse for eating up the majority of the house's bandwidth, leaving us to only do the most minimal amount of internet surfing for the next 2 and a half weeks until our new billing period starts again. Ugh.
So yeah, I can be a bit of an idiot some days. But I am going to try not to do it again. I am setting myself parameters. I am not watching any more TV online, past HIMYM and The Big Bang theory which each come out once a week, until my semester is over. I am also going to try avoiding starting seasons of TV shows online and resitrict myself to borrowing DVDs from friends or something. Such as Star Trek: TNG that I will be borrowing from a friend this summer, once my school is done. Because, of course, the other reason for my complete-series ban is to not distract myself from school, because, lets face it, I dont really need any extra help to accomplish that.
Oh, and for the next couple weeks I have to limit my youtubing as well. How will I live?! (Also I screwed my roomates over... which I do actually feel quite bad for. And I wont do again. Tho it would help is my landlord raised our bandwidth cap. Which he is working on. But yeah. Still not doing that again. Bad Paige.)
And that, my dear internets, is my tale of woe. I know, feel bad for me. I do live through some hard struggles. But I suppose that is what you get when you are cursed such as I am :P. Goodnight Sweet Internets!
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Scene and the Reads
So in the last few days I have read a book and watched a movie in theaters in which I would like to review. And by review I really just mean talk about...
So first and foremost:
BEAUTY AND THE BEAST 3D
So, ok yes, not a new movie. Thank you for that, I think we all know this. Doesn't stop me from wanting to "review" it. And by review - I mean gush. Because I love Beauty and the Beast. It was apparently the first movie I ever saw in theaters and according to my dear mother "my eyes were as wide as saucers" (tho they probably didnt dance like the saucers in Beauty and the Beast :P). But seriously. I love this movie. I can sing almost the entirety of Be Our Guest without hesitation... and I dont think I've ever actually sat down to actually TRY and memorise. Same with Tale As Old As Time. But yes - I'd say the hardest thing for watching it in theaters was me trying not to belt out the songs in the middle of the theater.
HOWEVER, as awesome as it was to see in theaters - the 3D sucked hard core. At best it made everything look like layered paper dolls. At its worst the animations looked VERY distorted. It also made the backgrounds MUCH more obvious, which is again a pro and con. On the one hand, I never realised how gorgeous some of the background senery was - I didnt know that the majority of them were hand painted. I really enjoyed that. On the other hand, it also made me notice things like how the back-ground characters did not move during song scenes unless the focus shifted to them. Again very paper-doll-esk. And also took away from the... visual experience I suppose. Also was just funny to see LaFou flat under Gaston's chair and then all of a sugged have his head turn into a distorted balloon when it came his turn to sing.
My other mini-non-review is the much anticipated
The Fault In Our Stars
By John Green.
with, I promise, absolutely NO SPOILERS.
So I, like everyone else, have been waiting for this book for quite a while. Longer than I should have been truthfully. I kinda expected that if I pre-ordered it, I would be getting it within a day or two of it coming out. Not a week later. Nice job Amazon. But, meh, whatever. Shit happens. Move on.
So it arrived, I had my lovely green J-squiggle, and after my classes where done that day, I sat down and read it. First impression - fast read. Read the entire thing in 3 hours. That is not a bad thing, just thought it would be a bit longer lol. And the book was fabulous. The one thing I really like about it is that I didn't hear Johns voice in my head the entire time I was reading it. Normally I do with his books. I enjoy his books, but they always sound LIKE HIM. This one didn't. His characters were a little... too smart maybe. Or at least I thought that at first. Then I realised a couple things - one, I've heard my best friend talk in similar manners both now and when she was a teenager, so I shouldn't judge. And two - these are people dealing with cancer trauma and not particularly in touch with "Everyday" school people. There is probably a good chance that the difference in educational styles would have an effect on the level of intellect they exude.
I really did like this book however. I've never been a big fan of emotional or dramatic books. And I hate crying. I mean, I almost never cry. I am too "tough" and too stubborn and too "against-female-crying-stereotypes" and under too much of my dads influence to cry. So normally I would never go and seek out a situations where I would chance crying. But John wrote this, and put so much effort into it - not to mention all the signing. So I did. I think my real mistake was reading it in a public venue, aka the school library. I hate to sound like everyone else, but it really was as people said - one second I was laughing aloud with out realising it and then next I was stubbornly blinking away tears. Never read a potentially tear-jerking book in public if you hate people seeing you cry. Lesson learned lol. But kudos to John for bring that side of me out. I call that a win for him (as for myself - I'm still on the fence) (also if my mom reads this (Which I know she will) as far as you are aware, I didnt actually cry. So dont you dare say anything :P).
So I hope you enjoy my over-due reviews Internets (And by overdue I mean I watch B&B on Monday and ready TFIOS Tuesday but then got interupted in the middle of my original review so had to continue on with it today). I shall talk to you again soon :)
So first and foremost:
BEAUTY AND THE BEAST 3D
So, ok yes, not a new movie. Thank you for that, I think we all know this. Doesn't stop me from wanting to "review" it. And by review - I mean gush. Because I love Beauty and the Beast. It was apparently the first movie I ever saw in theaters and according to my dear mother "my eyes were as wide as saucers" (tho they probably didnt dance like the saucers in Beauty and the Beast :P). But seriously. I love this movie. I can sing almost the entirety of Be Our Guest without hesitation... and I dont think I've ever actually sat down to actually TRY and memorise. Same with Tale As Old As Time. But yes - I'd say the hardest thing for watching it in theaters was me trying not to belt out the songs in the middle of the theater.
HOWEVER, as awesome as it was to see in theaters - the 3D sucked hard core. At best it made everything look like layered paper dolls. At its worst the animations looked VERY distorted. It also made the backgrounds MUCH more obvious, which is again a pro and con. On the one hand, I never realised how gorgeous some of the background senery was - I didnt know that the majority of them were hand painted. I really enjoyed that. On the other hand, it also made me notice things like how the back-ground characters did not move during song scenes unless the focus shifted to them. Again very paper-doll-esk. And also took away from the... visual experience I suppose. Also was just funny to see LaFou flat under Gaston's chair and then all of a sugged have his head turn into a distorted balloon when it came his turn to sing.
My other mini-non-review is the much anticipated
The Fault In Our Stars
By John Green.
with, I promise, absolutely NO SPOILERS.
So I, like everyone else, have been waiting for this book for quite a while. Longer than I should have been truthfully. I kinda expected that if I pre-ordered it, I would be getting it within a day or two of it coming out. Not a week later. Nice job Amazon. But, meh, whatever. Shit happens. Move on.
So it arrived, I had my lovely green J-squiggle, and after my classes where done that day, I sat down and read it. First impression - fast read. Read the entire thing in 3 hours. That is not a bad thing, just thought it would be a bit longer lol. And the book was fabulous. The one thing I really like about it is that I didn't hear Johns voice in my head the entire time I was reading it. Normally I do with his books. I enjoy his books, but they always sound LIKE HIM. This one didn't. His characters were a little... too smart maybe. Or at least I thought that at first. Then I realised a couple things - one, I've heard my best friend talk in similar manners both now and when she was a teenager, so I shouldn't judge. And two - these are people dealing with cancer trauma and not particularly in touch with "Everyday" school people. There is probably a good chance that the difference in educational styles would have an effect on the level of intellect they exude.
I really did like this book however. I've never been a big fan of emotional or dramatic books. And I hate crying. I mean, I almost never cry. I am too "tough" and too stubborn and too "against-female-crying-stereotypes" and under too much of my dads influence to cry. So normally I would never go and seek out a situations where I would chance crying. But John wrote this, and put so much effort into it - not to mention all the signing. So I did. I think my real mistake was reading it in a public venue, aka the school library. I hate to sound like everyone else, but it really was as people said - one second I was laughing aloud with out realising it and then next I was stubbornly blinking away tears. Never read a potentially tear-jerking book in public if you hate people seeing you cry. Lesson learned lol. But kudos to John for bring that side of me out. I call that a win for him (as for myself - I'm still on the fence) (also if my mom reads this (Which I know she will) as far as you are aware, I didnt actually cry. So dont you dare say anything :P).
So I hope you enjoy my over-due reviews Internets (And by overdue I mean I watch B&B on Monday and ready TFIOS Tuesday but then got interupted in the middle of my original review so had to continue on with it today). I shall talk to you again soon :)
Saturday, 14 January 2012
Luckintosh
So yesturday, as many of you might be aware, was Friday the 13th! Ooooo, scary. Or maybe... not so much.
I know that Friday the 13th is, realistically, just another day on the calendar. And that realisticly, a lot of bad (or in my case good) luck happenings just get more noticed that day because bad luck is what the day is known for. Be that as it may, I have always had weird good luck in Friday the 13th. For example, being a kid and finding $40 on the sidewalk or finding out I dont have to get teeth pulled that I thought I did or silly things like that. And yesterday was no exception.
So a little back story - Thursday night was kind of a horrible night for me. I hadnt slept well the night before, woke up early and tired and then had a very busy day of volunteering and school and so when I got home I just want to take a nap, finish up some HW and spend the rest of the night on the computer or reading in bed. This was, however, apparently not what was in my cards. Instead I got home to find out that once again my roomate did shit to annoy me. Which sucks on a normal day, but when you are shit-ass tired it just makes you want to punch said person (which I didnt. When he came in and it was mentioned, I walked out of the room before I could say or do anything I regreted). Then my other roomate (Whose actually a really good friend of mine) needed someone there for her because she found out a good friend of hers had been killed in a car accident that day (which, don't get me wrong, I'm happy to do. But my brain was having trouble going from tired to angry to sad and sympathetic) and THEN I found out that my puppy (who is 13 years old btw. So I have had her for 13 years of my life. And although she lives with my parents now, she is forever going to be MY puppy) was very sick and potentially had to be put down - so by that point I was nearly in tears. And THEN I found out that my good friend had gotten dumped by her boyfriend (just to add to the many emotions that was my night more than anything.) So by the time I went to bed I was just emotionally exhausted but slept horribly because I was so worried about my puppy and my friends.
So then yesturday happened. I woke up early for class, kinda grumpy and very tired and figured it was going to be a shit day. Then I looked outside and saw it was snowing - i LOVE snow! And snow has been very scarce this year. And I think that just set my mood for the rest of the day. It led to refreshing walks, laughing at my bundled up friend and jumping into piles of snow :). I was still worried about my puppy and was checking my phone constantly so I could hear from my sister about what was going on however. So when I got a txt from my sister saying "of course the day she goes to the vet, she is absolutely fine!" my just made a complete turn around! My puppy is alive for at least another day - and hopefully many more to come :). And then to top it all off, my proff did an exercise in class about the benifits of putting yourself out there and I ended up winning the course textbook for free! (instead of paying $100-some for it lol).
Ok, so if we want to be technical and break it down - the snow happening on any other day would not be "good luck" so much as just awesome, so yes, maybe I'm reading too much into that. And yes, my puppy not being as sick as we thought is a wonderful thing, but realisitically she probably wasn't going to be put down yesterday anyway, if she was that bad they probably would have made an appointment for a later date. But the textbook thing? That was just plain good luck. I didnt win a contest, it was by my own hard work or savy or charm. My proff decided to pick me out of a class of 3-400 students and hand me an envelope that I could either keep and walk to the front of the class or give away. My only contribution was keeping it. But she cold have given that envelope to ANYONE, and somehow she picked me. That was luck. Maybe not "Friday the 13th" luck, maybe regular luck - but still luck lol.
The rest of my day was awesome, tho not particalularly different than any other day. I did some class readings, re-wrote some class notes, went to the mall with a friend of mine and then to the movies (Actually in a way we had a moment of bad luck there because we thought we had picked a movie about finding a murderer and turned out the be an exhorsism movie, which is a type of movie I can't stand. But meh, I had movie coupons so its not like we paid for it) and then I got home and hung out with my roomate for the rest of the evening (the one who lost her friend on Thursday).
So yes, in a way I suppose I am a slightly supersticious person. Not to any extremes, I do always have that voice in the back of my head telling me I am being silly and there's nothing behind these. Yet I always have that little bit of good luck on Friday the 13th that keeps me believing, if cautiously so. Judge me if you wish, but I'm never going to object to a little bit of extra luck!
Did anyone else have an eventful Friday the 13th? Or anyone think I'm a bit of a nutcase? Let me know! :P.
So long Internets, hope you have a lucky day!
I know that Friday the 13th is, realistically, just another day on the calendar. And that realisticly, a lot of bad (or in my case good) luck happenings just get more noticed that day because bad luck is what the day is known for. Be that as it may, I have always had weird good luck in Friday the 13th. For example, being a kid and finding $40 on the sidewalk or finding out I dont have to get teeth pulled that I thought I did or silly things like that. And yesterday was no exception.
So a little back story - Thursday night was kind of a horrible night for me. I hadnt slept well the night before, woke up early and tired and then had a very busy day of volunteering and school and so when I got home I just want to take a nap, finish up some HW and spend the rest of the night on the computer or reading in bed. This was, however, apparently not what was in my cards. Instead I got home to find out that once again my roomate did shit to annoy me. Which sucks on a normal day, but when you are shit-ass tired it just makes you want to punch said person (which I didnt. When he came in and it was mentioned, I walked out of the room before I could say or do anything I regreted). Then my other roomate (Whose actually a really good friend of mine) needed someone there for her because she found out a good friend of hers had been killed in a car accident that day (which, don't get me wrong, I'm happy to do. But my brain was having trouble going from tired to angry to sad and sympathetic) and THEN I found out that my puppy (who is 13 years old btw. So I have had her for 13 years of my life. And although she lives with my parents now, she is forever going to be MY puppy) was very sick and potentially had to be put down - so by that point I was nearly in tears. And THEN I found out that my good friend had gotten dumped by her boyfriend (just to add to the many emotions that was my night more than anything.) So by the time I went to bed I was just emotionally exhausted but slept horribly because I was so worried about my puppy and my friends.
So then yesturday happened. I woke up early for class, kinda grumpy and very tired and figured it was going to be a shit day. Then I looked outside and saw it was snowing - i LOVE snow! And snow has been very scarce this year. And I think that just set my mood for the rest of the day. It led to refreshing walks, laughing at my bundled up friend and jumping into piles of snow :). I was still worried about my puppy and was checking my phone constantly so I could hear from my sister about what was going on however. So when I got a txt from my sister saying "of course the day she goes to the vet, she is absolutely fine!" my just made a complete turn around! My puppy is alive for at least another day - and hopefully many more to come :). And then to top it all off, my proff did an exercise in class about the benifits of putting yourself out there and I ended up winning the course textbook for free! (instead of paying $100-some for it lol).
Ok, so if we want to be technical and break it down - the snow happening on any other day would not be "good luck" so much as just awesome, so yes, maybe I'm reading too much into that. And yes, my puppy not being as sick as we thought is a wonderful thing, but realisitically she probably wasn't going to be put down yesterday anyway, if she was that bad they probably would have made an appointment for a later date. But the textbook thing? That was just plain good luck. I didnt win a contest, it was by my own hard work or savy or charm. My proff decided to pick me out of a class of 3-400 students and hand me an envelope that I could either keep and walk to the front of the class or give away. My only contribution was keeping it. But she cold have given that envelope to ANYONE, and somehow she picked me. That was luck. Maybe not "Friday the 13th" luck, maybe regular luck - but still luck lol.
The rest of my day was awesome, tho not particalularly different than any other day. I did some class readings, re-wrote some class notes, went to the mall with a friend of mine and then to the movies (Actually in a way we had a moment of bad luck there because we thought we had picked a movie about finding a murderer and turned out the be an exhorsism movie, which is a type of movie I can't stand. But meh, I had movie coupons so its not like we paid for it) and then I got home and hung out with my roomate for the rest of the evening (the one who lost her friend on Thursday).
So yes, in a way I suppose I am a slightly supersticious person. Not to any extremes, I do always have that voice in the back of my head telling me I am being silly and there's nothing behind these. Yet I always have that little bit of good luck on Friday the 13th that keeps me believing, if cautiously so. Judge me if you wish, but I'm never going to object to a little bit of extra luck!
Did anyone else have an eventful Friday the 13th? Or anyone think I'm a bit of a nutcase? Let me know! :P.
So long Internets, hope you have a lucky day!
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