Monthly Archives: February 2003

OK. I can spend an hour & a half working on my POLI 420 project, then I can go home, get something to eat, shower & get back here in time to do an…extracurricular activity which, of course, is not related to anything resembling campus pranks, especially not putting cows on roofs or swiping symbols of state or anything involving those classic college prank materials, sheep and Jell-O

*cough*

Then I can slug back a hell of a lot of coffee & sugar & crank out a ten minute oral presentation which is due tomorrow. Of course, tomorrow…I also have eight hours of class tomorrow. And I’m tired *now*. I think I’m going to end up camping at Calhoun’s sometime around 3am doing readings for HIST 447 & slugging back Calhoun’s sized cups of coffee.

I’d say I could sleep tomorrow…but I have a HIST 413 essay proposal due…and Thursday it looks like I’ll have to go to Seattle to get that goddamn computer for my mom. And illicit Red Bull would be good too. Mmmmmm….illicit…

Right. Back to work. Dammit.

I should really be studying, as opposed to working on plans for Prank Squad. I have a three page Word doc which outlines what we’re doing over the next few weeks. Most of it involves robots. Don’t ask.

Also, I just got “home” (by which I mean the AUS office) from a little field trip.

It may have, however, been completely my imagination because the group which did it doesn’t really exist.

But, if it really, in actuality, did happen, then it invaded the Engineering hangout, the “Cheeze” (part bar, part student lounge) and covered it, floor and ceiling, in balloons. All the furniture which would usually be sitting in the Cheeze, such as it is, is now sitting on and around the cairn.

Regardless, it got us inspired to boot up over at the AUS Prank Squad. Roll out! I’m psyched again. Now, if I could just get this excited about my homework…and I am so likely getting tanked this year by the ‘Geers…

Every year there comes a time when I sit down and look at what I have to do…and realize that I’m going to be pulling very long, very intense days to do it.

Basically, between homework and Arts County , I’m pretty well, as they say on Futurama, “boned.”

Ah, the joys of second term.

Bright side is…the ACF lineup came out today. Oh, go look at the damn site. I’m too lazy to retype it, and 2) it’ll generate hits and make the webmaster happy.

It’s sunny outside. And it’s springtime, and I’m home. It looks exactly like what I’ve dreamed of since the day I left the Island. Springtime, chloryphyll, flowers, blossoming trees EVERYWHERE, salt-laced air, overload on oxygen…if I could dance through Victoria without looking totally crazy, I’d do it. I might yet anyways, I’m so happy from all this. Millions of colors all around, the ocean a perfect shade of Pacific Northwest blue, the whole world is coming back to life, instead of looking like its drowning…I have spent my life writing, and looking for words, and this is the season in which I run out of them.

My mother is out to dinner with my sister; I’m home on a Friday night, desperately wanting to go back to UBC. And I can’t leave without Monica…so…I’m boned. I’ll have to wait until tomorrow’s scheduled departure time to escape. I may as well go study until I fall asleep.

Bah. This sucks. This is like being in high school, only with homework. This is worse, because normally on a Friday, I should be on at least my third drink by now. This is worse because I could be with my friends. Or hanging out with the guy I started seeing recently. Or something, other than sitting at home in sweatpants and a Girl Guide camp T-shirt, studying. Bah, I say. Bah.

Everyone else is out having fun, I tell you…why not me? Oh, right, because I’m in Victoria. I forgot.

It’s still more like Earthsea than Middle Earth out here.

There’s a golden retriever camped outside my door, waiting for me to walk him in the morning. I so love that dog. I wish he could sleep at my feet, like he wants to, but my allergies won’t stand for it.

No matter. I’ll run him around the neighborhood tomorrow morning. It’s springtime in Oak Bay; the cherry blossoms are out. It’s blustery outside, but it’s home. In two days, however, spring or no, pretty or not, and although I love my home…I’ll be climbing the walls for peer contact.

I went to Seattle…yesterday? two days ago? with Paige. Who, at one point, said that she thought I liked her because she reminded me of me. No, I replied. One of the myriad of reasons I like Paige is because she reminds me of what I wanted to be, and is far more independent, culturally and stylistically, than I ever was. Also, far more punk rock.

Seattle was…good. Got burritos and shoes on Capitol Hill. Panache on Broadway was having a sale – 80% off everything – and I got two pairs of shoes for exactly $20. Shiny black club sandals, and shiny red strappy heeled sandals. The latter are specifically to match the red dress I got a few weeks ago on Broadway and will likely never get to wear (except to an Argosy party, or a hardcore date); the former will do for clubbing. They had some fierce shoes in there, all at insane discount…unfortunately, the laws of gravity demanded that some of them would likely cause severe tire damage to my feet (especially my toes) by the end of a night.

To balance that above paragraph out…I’m going to have to go do something totally geeky. Excuse me, I’m off to work on that.