My dog is joining one of the most recent online crazes: Dog Blogging
She also has a Twitter.
Today she's pissed because I put a lampshade on her head. You see, she got spaid on Monday and thinks her stitches are the most facinating thing in the world. I do hope it will be naptime soon.
I did a bad thing yesterday...
I was bored, procrastinating away the days before my exams (because currently there is too many days between now and my exams and now to actually start studying for them), and I allowed myself to start playing monopoly online.
The way they let you play monopoly online is actually very clever. "Hey! There's nowhere you can go to play unlimited Monopoly online, so we will grant you *ONE* flawless hour to play our beautiful game... afterwhich, we will be harvesting your soul, and attacking your free will by then asking you to pay for said game.
Now, naturally, I did what any broke and bored student would do... I went all over the net, every site I could think of, looking for a crack. After an extensive search, I had to admit to the fact that it appeared as if no one had ever bothered to crack a Monopoly game, or if they had, they hadn't gone to the effort of hosting it somewhere so I could use it too.
I downloaded six or seven different versions of the game from different websites, and played each of them until my hour was up. Of course, this wasn't ever long enough to actually FINISH the game...
After half a dozen mild tantrums, I conceded defeat.
Shortly, I'm out 15 bucks. And I've been playing Monopoly WORLD version for the past 10 hours. And the first full game I played with my new game finished in 53 minutes. Figures. *rolls eyes*
I never thought I'd say this, but I seriously wish my exams would just start already. I am tired of just sitting around here.. >_<
Because it's so close to the exam period, Risley Hall has intigated an 12 hour quiet time. From eight to eight, we're supposed to shut up. This doesn't really affect me in the slightest. Nothing I do is loud anyway. Tonight, I was working with my friend Erin on a project for french class. Evidentally, the RAs were having a meeting somewhere and the students were left to their own devices. In the meantime, a gaggle of very silly girls had been having a soapy water fight in the bathroom.
I had just thought that an indoor slip and slide would be the worst of Risley Hall's monday evening behaviours, when suddenly, an alarm went off.
Now, I've only been in this building since Janaury. I wasn't around for orientation so I don't know the protocol. I have a panic button in my room. For a moment, Erin and I looked dazedly at eacother, each thinking the other had pushed it by accident. Then, we looked up and the wall and there was a bright red light flashing. It occured to me at this point that it might be some kind of alarm. I popped my head out the door to investigate.
I learned, rather quickly, that it was a fire alarm. Students were evacuating via stairs...Had I thought it was a real fire I might have grabbed my laptop. I was convinced it wasn't. But Erin made the comment that if it were a drill, they would not have chosen to do it at 9PM, on a Monday night, a week before the exam period. We went outside and waited, bemused.
Turns out, someone had been smoking pot in their room.
And how do I know this? Because I could smell it when I got outside. On most of the people around me. Ironically enough, I smelled it on a couple of the RAs.
And this is the one-- and probably will be the only-- "WTF" experience I have had while living in Risley Hall.
My bedside lamp died! *stomps feet angerly*
Damn! Damn! Damn!
I *just* moved out of icky dirty Fenwick
to an infinately better on-campus dorm
and was happy at all the beautiful lighting I had, without having to turn on the buzzing overhead light... and now my funny bedside lamp, which is affixed to the wall, and SCREWED shut, had died. I am.. unimpressed, as I have only been here for FOUR BLOODY DAYS. And now I have to go harass the maitenance guys to come take my lamp apart and replace the bulb because I CAN'T LIVE WITH A BEDSIDE LAMP!! How will I read? *dies*
Oh, and Halifax is cold, among other things. Moving back home for next year. Have to pick between UBC and UVic for next year. I'm in anthropology. Thoughts?
I got the job I got the job I got the job!
10$ an hour. Two four hour shifts during the week. A five hour shift on sundays.
$130 a week.
Okay, it's not THAT great, but it's not that time consuming either. That works out perfectly since.. y'know.. I'm a student. And having some freetime is a good thing.
It's 10 weeks until Christmas break. which means $1300, which means CHRISTMAS SHOPPING! Boohyeah!
*dances* okay. I missed two classes today because Karma was a whore... but this totally makes up for it. ^_^
I slept through my anthro class this morning. Apparently I set the alarm for the wrong time. When I woek up it was 10:15, fifteen minutes until the class ended. I had NEVER missed an anthro class before so this was particularily annoying. I have a tutorial on monday and can get the notes from someone then, so I figured, "FINE, my next class isn't until 1:30. I'm going back to sleep."
I set my alarm and woke up at 12:15. None of my roomies appeared to be here. Just this guy from Winnipeg who's Callie's been stashing in our apartment for the past week. Apparently, they're not actually dating, but they do have a lot of loud obnoxious sex. Best I can tell, he came here so Callie could have something to do this week. Nice enough guy, but it's annoying to find an adorable couple playing REALLY loud Rock Band everytime I come home. And Calley cannot sing. At all. It physically hurts me. Anyway, the guy is relatively innoffensive... he looks a lot like Ari's old Paul actually...
Anyway, back to today. I got up to find Cody (that's the guy's name) washing dishes. Still wearing my PJs, I grunted a hello, I grabbed the mail key from the kitchen and went downstairs to see if I had any mail, or if my snorgtees or my halloween costume had arrived. They hadn't. This whole process took longer than usual because the really dumb girl was working the lobby today. She spent like 5 minutes searching through packages only to tell me that neither of mine had arrived. I was slightly annoyed, but headed back upstairs to get ready for class. By this time, it was about 12:40PM. I had to catch the bus at one. I figured I could go upstairs, change quick, and head out.
I got back upstairs to discover that the apartment was locked. Meaning Calley gave her fuck buddy a key to OUR apartment, and when he went out, he locked the door. Evidentally, he thought I had taken my key, despite the fact that he SAW me grab the mail key and walk out the front door wearing my PYJAMAS, which HAVE NO FUCKING POCKETS, YOU GOON.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?! THEY ARE COMPLETE FUCKING MORONS.
I had to go back downstairs and wait another 5 minutes for the dumb girl in the lobby to dig out my apartment's key and saunter casually up to my apartment where she unlocked the door for me. By the time I got back into my apartment, it was five after one. FUCK YOU.
*sigh* I can't get to my french tutorial on time now, so I'm not going. Besides, if I baracade myself in my room with a box of cheerios and some blueberry green tea, the odds of the day getting any worse are slim. Unless of course the people I interviews with yesterday don't call. THAT would suck.
... I'm going back to bed. *collapse*
So.. I can do this well. Asking people for money and being cute and bubbly on the phone. SCORE.
Plus if Katimavik is looking for people for THEIR alumni projects next year, I'm primed to do that too.
Wishing luck, please. YAY.
Looking for enthusiastic individuals who want to be part of a team of students fostering relationships with alumni and fundraising for Dalhousie's 2008/09 Annual Fund campaign. They contact Dalhousie Alumni, update alumni with current news from campus, collect alumni information, and request funds to support student programs. They are looking for students who have a keen interest in involving themselves with Dalhousie. Candidates should have strong communication skills, a good knowledge of what’s happening on campus, and most of all LOVE DAL and want to share that enthusiasm with others. Successful candidates will gain communication and public relations skills, experience working with calling software, and the opportunity to work various alumni events. Shifts are Sunday 1-6pm & Monday through Thursday nights from 5:45-10pm. They are closed every Friday, Saturday, and all University holidays. Hours are flexible (9-18 hours per week). If you want a fun, flexible job where you really make a difference, this is for you!
I waited somewhat less than patiently for fucking FedEx to send along my Li-Ion battery so my camera could be useful again. And now it had finally arrived. And so..
This is where I live...
So, I turn twenty today.
Of all birthdays, I was not excited about this one. Nineteen can still technically be considered a teenager. But twenty. No. Not twenty. I'm not excited about this. I figured this birthday would suck anyway, since I'm far from home and don't know a lot of people in Halifax yet.
But this morning, when I woke up, I discovered twenty balloons of varying colours, all laying on the ground outside my bedroom door, all with "Happy Birthday" stamped across the side. I assume I have one or all of my roomates to thank for this.
Now, unfortunately, I'm terrified of balloons. But hey, they didn't know that, and it's the thought that counts. :)