The Coffeehouse

i have this thing where i can't blog twice in the same day, so i've been itching since yesterday to share this with you.... drumroll pls...

intero-ducing --> queenie's official anti-stress package! includes: homeopathic stress remedy (of course!), take-out-my-frustration mazika (i know you don't approve cirus, sorry), a piece of timmies heaven THE LARGE DOUBLE DOUBLE (reserved usually for times of deep depression and stress), and pocky the chinese miracle snack!!

and hopefully, that is all i will require to get through these next four weeks of torture...i forgot to mention, i woke up today to a winter wonderland, we had a couple of centimeters of snow outside, enough to need to shovel the driveway... but apparently only my neighbourhood in my part of the city and surrounding area was a wonderland because when i got to campus, there was not a speck on snow on the ground and the sun was bright in the cloudless sky..mind you, it is only a 45 minute drive..so the snow couldnt have melted by then, so i guess it hadnt snowed over there...but it was weird, as if i had travelled from winter-montreal to sunny california or something...

its 3 am in the morning and ive had a very productive night...i cleaned my room, picked up my laundry (clean, been lying in the hallway outside my room for about a week, surprised no one mistook it for garbage), did some homework, and overall did whatever i should be doing during the day...and im not sleepy... yet..well kinda, im not passing out at my keyboard, so i take it i can afford a couple of minutes to type this...ive noticed that with stress, i become very nostalgic: old friends, past memories, vacations, loves, and all that jazz..i start listening to music i used to listen to back in early highschool, look up old classmates (facebook.com, and other "social" networks... and no, i don't really have time to be sufing the net, but whatever)...just a huge wave of nostalgia, gets me sad and depressed though too....which is why ive been popping some homeopathic stress-remedy...its harmless, unaddictive, and tastes like candy...gotta love homeopathic meds...i hope i dont run out before exams come...

oh yes, another observation: whoever created the idea of "the weekend", IS AN IDIOT.... unproductive waste of two days that encourages procrastination and a whole lotta potatoe-couching... i'd rather have a 7-day school week where i am focusing on school work everyday instead of weekends when you're supposed to relax but shouldn't really, and end up not doing anything and NOT RELAXING.....therefore, I HATE WEEKENDS!!

ahh shyte....i had a whole lenghty post typed up and now its gone...i'm not writing it again, but here's a brief summary:

- my sister bought me a caramel machiato fragrance oil to burn in my room, haven't tried it yet, but very excited

- i think pot is like coffee, or at least the logic behind the consumption is the same (you woulda understood this part better had i saved my last post....grrr)

- omar is a cool guy who has put up a link to the coffeehouse on his blog, thnx dude!

and there was a whole buncha other stuff, but im to tired, and really, im just depressed..........

"but mommmy, i don't wanna go to school. i wanna stay home and bake cookies with you!"

i am at university now, on a friday morning, and i have no classes to attend...so why am i here? tons and tons of assignments... like i mentioned in my last post, its very hard for me to hit the books..and i have found that if i go to campus, i can wage some psychological warfare with myself...see going to school is not very pleasant, especially on your day off..and i go to do work, but because i want to go home as soon as possible and i wont allow myself to leave before i finish the work, i end up doing it as fast as i can...its sad when you have to do some reverse psychology on yourself.....yes i know, im blogging.. :p

i really don't like the red-bull drunk!! he did a presentation in class yesterday (he was drinking red-bull right before it too!)and after every sentence he would sniff!! sniffing is not a crime, i know, especially when you're sick, i tend to do it too..*sniff* but its the systematic unnecesary sniffing i can't deal with....throughout the presentation he would speak for 4 seconds, then sniff, another 4, sniff, another 4, and a biiiiiig SNIFF...i give him credit for his ability to muster up a variety of sniffs, but YOU JUST SNIFFED FOUR SECONDS AGO, YOU DO NOT NEED TO SNIFF AGAIN! or better yet, blow your nose already!! one second of foghorn sounds is better than a ten-minute sniffles presentation.. at the time of his presentation, i was not angry, quite contrary, i was rolling on the floor laughing everytime he sniffed...not just me, but other people in class too..i was the loudest though and the prof kept looking over at me...i think he thinks im wierd...

p.s. they have such cool font colors now!!!

p.p.s. i am reading "the color purple"