hooooraay

julia, you complain the most and the quickest when i haven't blogged in a while. yet you do not reciprocate with the occasional semi-thought out comment. well, no comment ever.

shanno, you too.

ya jerks.

no_bass is the user name that has been decided on by the person who is me.

but i can't wrap my tiny little head around the weird set up of ljs, so vote me for ms.blogger of the year.

i went to swimming today for the first time in over a week, and after two semi-major meets. well, one anyway.

gaye was maaad. or at least, as mad as he could let himself be when it involves such a loverly, pleasent, all-round great gal such as myself. he told me that there was no way i was sick for a whole week, that i was sick when i talked to him, not when.. something something. usually he smiles or jokes around with me when he sees me. the guys aren't shaving until ous, which i had forgotten about. and tim's goatee shocked me. gaye smacks our asses with flutter boards to make us get into the pool faster. i was still taking a long time, and gaye told me my ass was getting red. haha

why it didn't sink in until now, i'm not sure.

i'm sure there are some people who think i was just being wimpy, and since everyone is sick to some degree, they think that i shouldn't have stayed away for so long, when i could have come back. i'm waiting for someone to say something to me, so i can yell at them and so on. but no one will.

i look like i have jaundice. everyone else disagrees. it seems to amuse people that i still have a tan. they like to tell me this. well, maybe they aren't so much amused by it, but say it like "and geez, you still have your tan too" as if, you haven't been swimming, and yet you STILL have your tan. who the hell do you think you are?

but some other people have been really nice! rosie gave me a hug. she seems so genuine. but i wonder if it's a part of her plan to become team captain. just kidding, she is a nice girl. a few others asked how i've been lately. nice gestures.

there will be an outing this saturday, after the meet.

leah and i have come to the mutual decision that we should spend more time with each other, hanging out and whutnot, outside of swimming. especially because we've both fell to the second-semester blues, quite badly, at around the same time. she has something to tell me, she says. it's probably about chris.

alastair is cuuuute. i do believe that it would be a bad thing for anything romantic (ieww aha. barfo.) to happen during the semester as we are physics buddies, and awkwardness would get in the way of the scholastics, which would be unfortunate. aww.. he's a good guy. i want to go on, not about him, but about stuff that went down (WENT DOWN, BIZZATCH) yesterday. monday, i mean. basically, i noticed that he started using phrases that i'd been saying, and vice versa. or maybe we'd both been saying them. no, that's simply not possible. as well as some actions. like this... and this...

see?

aw. lameo. i know, i know.

I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO SATURDAY.

a heartbreaking work of staggering genius makes me chortle. like garfield.

i downloaded kill bill in two parts, a long time ago. i wasn't able to watch it, but i kept it around anyway. i just discovered (it's a discoveryyy!) that i can watch the second half, but not the first. how odd. so i did watch the second half. it's not confusing but i wish i could watch the first first.

and that, my friends, was post-worthy.

eunice and i believe that robin regrets not deciding to stay here. and her reason? us, because we are amazing and hilarious and intriguing, and better than lots of things.

here's a big THANK YOU to steph w of the w-town stephs for telling me the name of the song!! i finally managed to find it, and i've given it a good listenin' for.

i'm not sure why i'm writing so strangely lately. not in past posts here; this is the first post in this strange brave new writing style. but in the lj, as we like to call it, are some crazy cocaine posts.

and when i call you beautiful..

i wish you'd comment more. you make me sad.

i noticed i throw around the word "hate" a lot when it comes to very obviously joking things (telling people i hate them when they do mildly offensive things), not at all when it comes to some more (i hate that celebrity) and the other extreme i can't really figure out. oh wow..

oh yeah, but i don't say love a lot, i think.

eye laike two tawk bout meself.

dont' we all.

see?! weird and cocaine-seemingly induced

now dance, you bastard!!

yesterday was a full day. when i stood by my bed, preparing myself to climb up (i think i'm hurting my hip and knee joints everytime i climb up), i thought about recent events. i then realized it had all happened in the same day, today (.. yesterday).

i went grocery shopping with leah, who has the car on mondays. it is now our grocery day, for that reason. it's amazing, what luxury, grocery luxury. she got new glasses, they look really good. they're armani (cue: ooooo) and make me want new glasses.

mondays are my hell-day. it's full of classes and one-hour breaks that are pretty much useless. it starts at 8:30, and with chem, of all things. then calc, then bio, then an hour break, then physics, an hour break, then a three hour phys lab, then right into algebra. i finish at 6:20.

the physics lab was supposed to only take fourty minutes to an hour. alastair and i were late for algebra when we came out. this means we took over 3 hours to do it. our graphs looked totally different from everyone else's, which meant they were wrong, except that they weren't wrong, because we were doing it all right, and the t.a. couldn't see where we went wrong, and the graphs made sense, the only thing was that everyone else's looked different...

it was an irritating lab. but i talked to a few other people and met one or two who seem pretty funny. and are in my lecture section, which i didn't know about. i should look around at the people in my classes more often. his name is adam, and he commented on my white blouse which i was wearing under a t-shirt. the cuffs were very puffed out and pirate-like, because i like to roll up my sleeves when i take notes (my arms get suprisingly sweaty) and it's too much effort to do up the "cufflink" (it's just a button sewn into another button. double button), especially when you have to do it yourself, one-handed. so i left it, and it was flopping around, like a big bell. well, not like a bell, but you get the idea. there was also paint on it from grade-nine. but i've been talking about these cuffs for much too long already. the point is, he commented on my cuffs (i think it was a positive comment, but i don't really remember now. i think he meant it as one, anyway) while we were both waiting to get the t.a's help. when he introduced himself, he was holding a metre stick, and held it out for me to shake, as if it was his hand. he's a friendly guy. i bet he's off-campus, because he's trying to make friends. or maybe he's just a friendly guy.

this term we have to hand in actual formal reports for our physics labs. last year the labs weren't really too serious, you got full marks if you completed it on time. i guess it's better this way, but then i end up blogging when i should be finishing my lab that is due in (less than) 2 hours. priorities? yes, i have mine straight.

so alastair and i also have algebra together. i was planning on skipping it, going to swimming, then going to the other section's algebra the next day. this did not work, because now we were going to finish the lab together. so after being late for algebra, chuckling to myself about the algebra prof (he wears the TIGHTEST pants! and talks like it) we were off to brandon hall, and alastair's room. FOR HOT SEX. for physics.

we ended up working on it for a surprisingly long time. i didn't get home until 10 or 10:30? it was a good time, we talked a lot about random things. someone came in to interview us for their health sci inquiry video. brandon hall was where i wanted to be, back when i was going to go into rez. i felt sad that i wasn't in rez. like i said to alastair, it's not that it's bad where i am, it's just that it's better over there. i saw j.loo, who has a single room (lucky bastard) and who i hadn't seen since acapulco. caught up, i guess, with him. alastair walked me home lest i get kidnapped and so on. he's from a farm. and speaks portugese fluently because he spent his last year of high school in brazil. i hated to ask him to speak it, but i did anyways. he told me what he said (the typical, "what do you want me to say? i can say stuff. hello, i'm talking"). it was an all around pleasent time. despite the physics.

we are the t.a's favourite. he was robin's physics lab partner last year, oddly enough. the world has so many connections, it's cuh-ray-zay. i was talking to robin (boy robin) last night (this morning) about that. the coincidences blow his mind! haha

ah yes.

so anyway, it was a good time. i stayed up and hung out in eunice's room. i like her a lot, we get along very well. i've decided that now that i've acknowledged the perks to being off-campus, i should take advantage of them. if i can't get to know and be close friends with the 40-some people on my rez floor, i can still get to know my housemates well. i'm really glad i'm living with eunice next year. the new girls seem really nice. but i'm disturbed by the fact that aldo showed them my room without my knowledge. he is not allowed to enter/open my door without my knowing/being there. aggrivating.

i talked about the importance (or lack thereof) of similar religion to the success of a relationship to eunice for a long time last night. for pretty late, actually. she's been introduced to a "nice christian boy" (as we call him now. haha) who is also in engineering. she thinks he's been saying "all the right things" but i think he sounds a little self-absorbed, and like he's always trying to convince everyone (and thereby, himself) that he's doing okay in engineering. some of the things he said (online convos) sounded like something an interviewee would say, the answers prepared ahead of time. anyway, i told her not to slip him into a mould she creates of the perfect guy, like one can tend to do, when they meet someone they don't know too well, but who seems great. we create a personality for them, then feel cheated when they don't fufill it.

adam from swimming said kris the rower (who doesn't row. remember him?) is on his floor, and is a big playa'. haha "playa'". this, is unfortunate, but i could see it. i think university did it to him.

the other day, i was walking across campus to calc and thought that i should invent some kind of ear-warmer, like a mitt for your ear. but then i realized they were ear-muffs. and i'd never wear ear-muffs (this is a lie. but oh well). so i sat on the curb and weeped bitterly.

my ass hurts.

tra lalla

so ..... whutcha' thinkin'?

look at that. i actually did post about it.

i was in the eaton's centre this past saturday, running ahead of my mom because the mall was closing. she knew she was keeping me back, so she told me to go ahead and she'd catch up with me at the shoe store (we're such a team!). "just get in the store before they close it!"

i booted it (booted what? i don't know. my ass, i guess) up the escalator and as i power-walked down the hall, i glanced back to see how far back my mom was. she was briskly walking up the moving escalator, right on the heels of this line of young people who were also briskly walking up the moving escalator. i thought it funny how everyone looked like they were trying to grab last minute purchases, like myself. i continued booting whatever i was booting, hoping to grab those winter boots i desperately needed (yes, i am desperate for boots. what can you do) but didn't really want, from that store that, of course, was on the other end of the mall.

i was concentrating on where i thought the store was. i couldn't actually see it yet, but i could tell it was coming up soon. i was about to make it. i was walking fast, like those middle-aged ladies who dress up in spandex and headbands and march down sidewalks in pairs, talking about their kids and cooking recipies, or at least that's what someone like me would assume they'd talk about. the store fronts on my left and right were clanging as their chain-barriers were lowered/slid into place. it was like i was running from an explosion, with fire at my heels, catching up to me.

i heard voices behind me. they said, "excuse me, miss?! miss?" i thought that it might be directed towards me, but instead of turning to check, i kept walking. if it was for me, it wouldn't go away. and it didn't. so i thought i had dropped something and someone was trying to return it to me. i kept walking, thinking i could just turn around later, or my mom would be there to pick it up, my trusty back-up. but they were getting closer, and i glanced back, but ended up fully turning because there were three smiling girls (well, young women, i guess), my age or about there, who arranged themselves in a sort of tiny three-person semi-circle (actually, i guess it was exactly like a tiny three-person semi-circle) in front of me. something was going on, i didn't see any dropped mitten or scarf. i recognized one of them as one of the girls who was briskly walking up the escalator in front of my mom. had they been chasing me this whole time?

"we couldn't help but -- we were wondering if -- your sweater, it says OSCS--"
oh my god, it wasn't the new semester, was it??!! when in doubt, ask. "oh my god, you're not the new semester, are you??!!"

it was like a party. they kept coming, out of nowhere. suddenly there's five of them, then more and more. i'm impressed by their ability to actually go around in big groups. we talk and talk, and laugh, and talk. the semi-circle gets bigger, my mom catches up to us, the boots go unpurchased. they're so fun and awesome! i like them. i want to keep them all. i can't choose. i invite myself to their graduation (next saturday. this saturday, i guess). we talk about (make fun of) gabe a lot, since i don't know alisa very well. we talk about what's still the same, what's different. they have to take three courses, and they got rid of scisoc. they name who they've met so far, and describe the ones they don't remember the names of. we talk about human skulls hidden in the lounge and other strange oscss things. i tell them things people who had already gone to oscss told me. they dismantled one of the robots with a flail. they have homeroom. one of them is one of allison's friend's little brother. i talk a lot, they tell me a lot of stuff. it was fun. i miss you guys.

because you're still sitting on the edge of your chair, wondering whatever will stephanie do without her winter boots: i found a better pair the next day. they saved me. oh oscss, is there anything you can't do?

i had a great weekend. i will elaborate later; crazy random things happened. so i don't forget, remind me (i really will tell you, this time) to tell you about how i was chased down by the new semester of the nerdery. #43, i think it is.

what is the name of the song that has the lines:

and if i call you beautiful, it's cause i can. and if you think i'm suckin' up, i sorta am.

i think it's by the odds, but i'm not too sure..

SNAPPY!!

my room smells funky. it's time for a crazy clean-up.

eyem soh saad. eye miss things that arr gohn phorever.

i'm going into toronto tomorrow because i started to cry while talking to my mom.

this is what happens when you only make friends with swimmers, then you get sick. you realize you need a wider circle of friends. leah said she missed me. there is a meet at guelph this .. tomorrow. i will not go. i haven't talked to any coaches. i haven't been to a practice in a week. i wonder what they're thinking. if they're worried, or if they're annoyed, or if they're indifferent.

my dad said that he talked to my nainai (his mom) and she said that i am a remarkable girl, and that there is something very special about me. i feel like of all people who i can turn to and empty out my little puke-bucket of joan/parents/divorce related puke-shit, it is her. because i feel like she and i go through much the same feelings. where you feel you have a duty to one side, but you still sympathize to the other, where your emotional brain tells you one thing, but you know another thing, where you know that for the sake of a just world, you should act like this (that guy deserves it), but you're too tired of all the hate and spite going around to want to do anything anymore, where you feel like everything's been piled on you (of all people! you!), but you know that everyone's feels this way more or less all the time, so that keeps you from complaining...

i remember her telling me how she couldn't write a christmas card to our family because it was too upsetting for her. she kept thinking about the divorce and how the marriage didn't work, and it made her so sad that she couldn't even write the card. she started to tear right while telling me. it was then that i realized how much of an effect it had on her.

while visiting over xmas, we (my immediate family) started to tell them (everyone else at the dinner) about spirited away and how they (the youngish cousins) should see it. they (the grandparents) would even like it. but then the topic of it being japanese anime came up. my gramma can't even watch anime (no matter what country it is from) because it reminds her of japan and how japan invaded china. obviously my grandparents were in china when this happened, and it still has an effect on them. (NB go read "Rape of Nanking" but remember the bias) it was such a terrifying time for them, that left such a scar, that they cannot eat japanese food, nor watch japanese movies. my grandma started to cry while telling us this. it's hard to learn about china's history without getting bitter, angry, and frustrated. not just when it's being invaded, but when it's doing the invading and raping of it's own.

now..

i've been struck with severe acute homesickness syndrome just in the past few days. i blame the fact that i downloaded damien rice (out of curiosity) and kept some of the songs despite my meh-ness towards them. they tend to make you feel lonely and sad. i really miss .. well, rather than type it all out, i will quote from an email i wrote to a good friend (he is one of my best, strangely enough. life is strange. compared to what, i'm not sure) a while ago:


right. nevermind. i've decided against it.

you know, i really really dislike watching scary movies, but i like having already seen them and knowing the story.

this is all too bad.

i feel sad. it's weird how when you're sad you want to tell everyone you're sad. you're owed something. the world owes me something.

okay, bye.

i'm considering getting a livejournal i'll never write in, just so i can join the mcmaster community like all the cool kids are doing.

my mom says it's the flu, my dad says it's bronchitis. ho hum. i think i caught it from dee, who got a 1:16 in 100 br on the weekend. damn her. it's sabotage.

some of my mom's patients are complete assholes. when she's not seeing patients, she's entering lab reports, or transferring/copying charts for them. seriously, all she does is work. i just got off the phone with her; she's in the basement, working on charts. some doctors don't even touch paperwork outside regular working hours, and meanwhile she gets about 5 hours of sleep a night when she really could be getting more. so while she's doing all this, she's supposed to be charging for all the papershuffling that someone else (i.e. one of her secretaries) is supposed to be doing. unfortunately, the secretary left rather abruptly not too long ago, and the people left don't know how. which kind of surprises me, as i learned how to do it while i was home for the holidays. but this is besides the point, and i shouldn't complain about them as their jobs are hellish. i had to help out at the office once, and i was crying by lunchtime. the asshole part comes when my mom, who UNDER-charges for the charts (which pisses me off. she's worried about her income, yet she under-charges because she feels bad.) then tells the patients to PAY WHAT THEY FEEL THEY CAN PAY. and yet some of them still feel the need to complain and refuse to pay (when they don't even have to pay if they don't want to) because she "can't get anymore money outta me". well fuck you, how fucking inconsiderate of her to tell you you can have it for free.

it's so frustrating. half her patients aren't even supposed to be under her care. she took them because she felt sorry for them, and yet they act as if it was her responsibility to take them. idiots. they complain, but they refuse to piss off and help everyone out. i think my mom's so exhausted that she has no energy left to do anything but take it in stride. because otherwise it's unnatural for your head not to explode when the people you are keeping alive disrespect you after you give them a hundred-dollar document for free.

i realize i shouldn't be eating candy when i'm sick but the hospital pharmacy was selling 300g bags of licorice for only 50 cents/bag!

only i've just bitten into one, and i've realized why it was only 50 cents.

yesterday aiko and herpreet were making fun of the darkness's "i believe in a thing called love", but they wouldn't stop playing it.

i suspect herpreet thinks i'm making her sick. could be all the make-out seshes.

this candy was worth it.

you're the cutest thing that i ever did see
i really love your peaches
wanna shake your tree

that seems a lot less innocent, now that i've written it down.
steve miller, josie's gonna send you to hell.

alastair is cute. we are physics buddies. VOMITATIOUS? permaybe. my poor visual memory is well.. poor. i forget what he looks like. to be honest, the only reason i'm considering going to practice today is in case jeff goes, then i can trick him into telling me what he thinks of him (hah "trick" as in "jeff, how about that alastair guy?") but not before i figure out if alastair's mentioned me to jeff. have i read one too many cosmogirls/seventeen/ym's? you tell me. p.s. it really is true. i don't think any seventeen year olds read seventeen.

eunice missed the big ol' house meeting last night. everyone was in bed, and i was going up the stairs when she came in. it was about 1:30am. she was acting kind of strangely. i felt like such a mom. as if i had been staying up for her return so i could lecture her. she told me she was seeing finding nemo with lisa, "not hanging out with kevin. nope, i haven't seen kevin since last week." she cracked weird jokes and was acting all hopped up. maybe she just had to pee or something. i noticed she was wearing a lot of make-up. i should have said "are you wearing make-up?!" just to complete the motherly image.

anyway

let's start off with this:

it best showcases my white-latex swimsuit (i.e. bad swimsuit tan)

note: i was trying to create a "various" "mixed" etc, gallery for these and a few other pictures that don't really belong anywhere. all the names were taken so now i'm left with "ifeedbabiescrack".


the flash of the camera is misleading, but you can make it out. once you notice it, it's all you see. i can tell my housemates enjoy looking for it, and enjoy smiling at it everytime they see it.


one without flash. can't see it at all.

in my defense of talking so much about it but now having nothing to show, i guess the slight burn that was right under the untanned skin emphasized it all that much more.

by the way, few things make me feel stupider than taking serious pictures of myself.
so there it is.

JERKS.

hahahahahaha
sheila, alysa, and jenne.

i've started "a heartbreaking work of staggering genius", and so far it's so good.

i'm still sick. i'm eating some of the food my mom bought for me when she heard i was sick. basically pre-cooked pasta in some ginseng soup that she made a while ago. somehow it tastes like toast. toast soup.

i had a weird and boring and unsatisfactory dream last night. we were at the beach, and someone tricked me into sitting down with them and having them tell me their opinions on a neverending list of random topics like fly-fishing or flora of the bahamas. it turned out they were trying to tell me they had a crush on me. i made whoever it was mad, though. afterward i got suckered into buying a $7 reese's flavoured ice cream cone from a bitter ice cream kiosk lady. i was really thirsty (in dream, and real life) and this ice cream did nothing for either.

i skipped all my classes today, and slept instead. i literally slept all day. i feel better now, though. i think i look skeletal. it's kind of gross. back to my toast soup..

no naming; i don't recognize half these people. some faces are just two black lines.

i'm apprehensive about putting up gossip from acapulco here.

boy, it's good though. even better since you don't know who these people are.

there was a meet against u of t today, but i had to miss it because of my flu from hell.
i was worried i'd choke on my sputum last night.

i vomited today. it felt nice.

anyway, it's taken me the whole weekend + to finish the linear algebra homework. i'm a little keener; i finished the physics capa. i wonder why i'm taking chem if i don't want to anymore. i just feel behind in it, so i don't want to bother catching up.

my mom came to nurse me to health and we ended up getting in a fight.

everyone pulls me in different directions. it's as if they all know that other people are trying to shift my focus, so they try even harder and end up putting even more stress on me.

but considering everything, things are going well.

my mom received a hilariously pathetic letter from a "patient" in the mail.

conan's in toronto next month. i was going to reserve tickets today, but my lack of a voice proved to be quite the obstacle.

i left a breathy/wheezy message on gaye's machine.

i went out with jane, sam, adam, sam's boyfriend (chris from u of guelph), and geoff, sam and chris' friend who goes to mac on friday. jane had her car, so we thought to go to the movies in ancaster. unfortunately, ancaster only exists if you approach it from brantford, as we found out. i think the five of them go out to movies and such often. geoff is a really funny guy, with the same humour as my brothers. we turned off the highway and he saw a sign up ahead that said "mud street". "awww we could have gone to mud street!!"

we made it to a random theatre in brantford only to see that it was closed. there was an old, white-haired security guard who looked and talked like he belonged in a western. he was saying things like, "you must not be round these parts, why the only thing open at this hour would be the macdonALds!" i couldn't look at him, i had to run away laughing.

we were lost and by then it was about midnight. we rolled across a bowling alley that was in the middle of nowhere. so we 10-pinned it up.

i left my mitts there, and just got them back today.

98% of the night was spent cramped in jane's car, but those were the best times.

adam has all the rookie girls on the team crushing on him. i've heard so many of them (actually just dee, nicole, and leah) say, "i don't want to like him, you know? but..." and so on. they all feel like they have a special connection with him. apparently he's seen as the most all-round attractive rookie guy. i thought he was pretty unattractive when i first met him. he seemed to always be angry, and always talked loudly and forcefully. i guess they like the fact that he's "ripped" and fast as well. when leah was discussing this with me, i told her how i though jeff was the more attractive one, and she said something about that probably being because we're both asian. "not that i'm being racist.."

...

more as it comes to me.

in acapulco, at our last dinner. this picture is a lot darker than the actual eating place was. we're in the hotel. it was hot. airy, no walls. no one looks like how they actually look. left to right: jen (1st year grad school), leah (note the cap tan), jo (3rd.. in back.. looking ready to kill someone), me, naomi (4th year), carly (naomi's sister, 1st year).

my tan is also not done justice. as i told shannon, picture will be taken tomorrow after class to showcase the wonder that is my goggle tan. "you look like rocky racoon" - aldo. great guy, aldo.

SWEET AAAASSS

I GOT AIKO'S ROOM!

aldo is here, and it's lease-sign/leaving-form time. i've decided to stay. i'm feeling nervous because i want aiko's room. he's letting us choose in order of who signed the orignal lease. since amoy and eunice are the only other ones staying, amoy gets first pick, then me, then eunice. eunice wants nico's room. i think i heard aldo just say "okay, so aiko's, then?" from downstairs. i had been following him around, hoping he'd let me sign first, but no, he's definately going by order of lease. i didn't realize i needed the next year's cheques ready (well, he requested it, but i have no cheques at all). i said, "i swear i'm good for it, aldo" without a second thought. i always knew i'd have to say that line sooner or later, to anyone. arg i really want aiko's room! it's the best one. i'm definately not going in the basement nor taking herpreet's. so if i don't get aiko's, i'm forced to take nico's. eunice will be annoyed, but she won't show it. sucks for her. it'll be extra zingy since she's been telling me all this time that she wants nico's. i think nico's might be smaller than mine right now. but it has two windows. no, it's the same size, probably. just shaped funny.

laura and a group of her friends are interested in this place, as is allison and a group of her friends. hopefully i have a good house next year.

acapulco:
"rediculous" was the new "clearly"

okay, gotta go.

it's five to two and i'm already finished class for today.

you'd think i was in arts. just kidding.

anyway, so far this semester is rocking AND rolling.
this morning's calculus was kind of intimidating. the class is surprisingly big, but there's only a few sections. it's in one of the temporary classrooms, which i actually enjoy being in, which is kind of ironic. i like missing the first two days of school. because once you get back, you're actually doing something, and you don't feel like you're wasting time.

all my classes definately have a different feel, like i mentioned yesterday.

i had bio after that. this term's bio is more evolution/ecology based, which i wasn't looking forward to, but today's lecture was good. the prof is charismatic and told us funny stories about his field research days when he shaved his beard, cut his hair, and convinced everyone he was his brother. everyone figured it out except his mentor, who would just look away while he made out with his wife. instead of a lecture it felt like a talk or show-and-tell. he had lots of slides and almost half the lecture was looking at interesting adaptations.

then physics. which is in the same room as last term's physics. the teacher is a definate physics prof. he was covered in chalk, and was very untidy. there's about a max of 12 people in that class. a guy named Alastair sat beside me. he had missed the first two days too, and it turns out he lives on the same floor as jeff from swimming (i may have referred to jeff as "the good-looking asian" in previous posts. everyone calls him j.loo haha). we made fun of jeff for a while. i was surprised he's a first year; he looks at least 3rd. he's in my calc as well, and we decided to do a cyclotron project/presentation together.

normally i'd be getting ready for my chem lab right now.

jeff is pretty flirtatious. but people think that we're going to hook up eventually because he tends to flirt with me the most. i also think it's because we're both asian and they (the team) think that that makes it more likely for a hook up as well. on the flight home, i was sitting in the centre seat with no one on my left, but with gord on my right. gord is really tall, so i moved to the seat on my left so he could sit sideways more comfortably. he joked about smelling and such. jeff had been sitting beside me, but once i moved over, he could bug me through the little gap between seats. he kept petting my head, or stealing my pillow, and other attention things. i had been sleeping and opened my eyes to his fingers about to grab my face from behind. i yelled, "oh my god, you're so creepy!" and everyone in the plane turned to look at gord, who is in his first year of grad school. since our team is so sex-obsessed, they probably thought the worst (but funniest).

jeff and i are pretty good friends, i guess. he gives me pillows, i give him clodhoppers. i don't think anything would ever happen between us, which is awesome.

grocery shopping later with leah, who i think i spend too much time with.

in acapulco i had my shoulders and legs looked at by the team chiro (steve) and team active release guy (nick). before letting me into the pool again to practice, gaye had a "talk" with me on deck. everyone else was swimming, so i figured this was pretty important. i was expecting to be inspired. instead he told me about how when he was young his grandma would make him really good meals whenever his mom didn't want him to because he'd drive his grandma around on fridays. then she made his sisters make him sandwiches becuase he was always swimming or working, and one time his older sister tried to make a really disgusting one for him, but he loved it and she got mad.
it's so gaye.

he often tells us "if you want to learn french, you don't study german" which is advice that would make sense if only he'd use it in remotely related contexts.

"gaye, my back itches"
"if you want to learn french.."

in acapulco, gaye swam a fifty of fly. he's a sixty-some year old man, and he got a time of 31.8 seconds. that's tenths off the world record, grey said. friggin' geeez. we got to get out of that work-out early because he agreed that if he got less than 32seconds, we could go.

everytime i look in the mirror, i think i'm dirty. i don't think i've ever been so dark. by the way, i haven't showered since coming back.

swimming in half an hour. more room clean up now.

i bought two pitas on purpose so i could save one for tomorrow.

they're pretty big, these pita pit pitas. i'm eating the second one now.

word on the street is allison and her cronies might move into this house for next year.

right now is the best time of school.

ah algebra was so cool today. i wonder if anyone has ever tried to marry an animal? mark sent me a postcard from cyprus, but he's in toronto right now. i can't believe how much i swam in the last 10 days. or the sets we did. i wish you could see my rediculous tan.

new years, leah overdrank. i didn't see her much, although we were roommates. cover was too expensive so we all stayed at the hotel, with our open bar (hooray for all inclusive). it was fun and promising until 10 minutes after midnight when leah passed out on kipp's shoulder while getting a picture taken with him. i had to drag her up six flights of stairs only to be repaid by having her spit vomit onto my foot while i'm trying to keep her head out of the puke bucket. she was balanced between the bed and the wall, one hand fully submurged in the vomit basket, the other one swatting me away.

the room smelt so bad that dee, nicole and i had to sleep on the balcony. how can one person make so much bad smell? it was vomitatious. we couldn't use our room/bathroom for the rest of the day. we were literally running through the room to the balcony, and we wouldn't let leah out. i was so mad. everyone else had a great time. i didn't go out for the rest of the camp either. we only had one day off, and that was new years day. meaning new years eve was the only night you could party yourself stupid and not die in practice.

maybe more later.

more acapulco, that is. more pita.. now!

i have goggle tan

and now that my white-latex swimsuit (i.e. bad tan lines) is in place, i am sitting to blog

a very crappy post.

i'm sure i'll elaborate later, but it was good. great, even. it was a life experience. by that, i mean that it was good because of the bad parts. connected with a few people. and honed my euchre skills. i guess that game have somewhat reconciled.

i attended my first class just now; linear algebra. it's in my favourite building on campus, hamilton hall, the big ol' math building. which is amazing. it's newly renovated, and was on the original six buildings. so it's very gothic and ancient looking from the outside, but once you step inside, it's elegantly futuristic without looking futuristic. it's the perfect math building with the walls made of chalkboard material, equations and sets written everywhere.. it's very streamlined. the lecture hall is kind of cramped and very steep, but that's cause they had to save space. it's all black. my teacher makes me laugh because he moves like a dancer. but he's exactly what you think of when you think of a math prof. he's kind of young, but i noticed a lot of my professors are younger looking than i thought they'd be. he's like a brunette mike, which makes me laugh even more.

the atmosphere of the class is pretty different from first term. a little more.. edgy? i like it that way. it feels more professional.

oh acapulco..

team melanoma!

gossip. and such. new years was an adventure of the vomiting kind. not by me. i was a reluctant victim (as opposed to the kind of victim who wants to be one?)

our last day went like this:

breakfast, swim, "lunch", nap, swim, something they somehow managed to convince everyone was dinner, bus, wait 3 hours, plane for 4.5 hours, bus directly to mac pool, swim. three pools in less than 24 hours. oy vey.

my goggle tan makes me look HOTTT

jay kay, y'all!


ahahaa

i showed leah some of my best dance moves. the "Angry Pirate" seemed to impress her the most.

okay, remind me to tell you about acapulco.

which means i'll probably not talk about it.

i have a meet this sunday against u of t. they had their training camp in florida, and chose to drive there. kipp said that two of their vans were in an accident, and someone got glass in their eye. i don't know how he found that out. it could be my cousin.

swimming season's almost done.

this is the last year for a lot of people.

bonded with sam. feel much better.

that's all for now. i'm gonna get started on my linear algebra cause it's what the kewl kids dew, yo! foshazzle.