So like I said I would, I escaped the wrath of Thanksgiving by going to meal-hall for dinner and eating with Emily, my friend from Maine and Cheyenne, my Bermudian friend. We talked about racial problems and social services in different countries, which was quite an interesting talk, but apparently I say funny things and make people fall over. It’s not intentional; I sware! I’m really quite socially awkward.

Anyways, meal-hall food was… Questionable to say the least, but it was alright never-the-less. I ate lots, and felt like it was worth it totally. So I went home, a few hours later, to find (not surprisingly) that dinner hadn’t been served at the Red Light District and that the turkey was still cooking. It was quite hillarious before I left, Sebrina’s mom and Hussian’s mom were there trying to save the turkey which kept lighting the oven on fire. I just couldn’t help but laugh and reflect on the moment as one of those “I told you so” ones. It was nice in any case.

The food was pleantiful, so I ate some to decrease the amount left over. Mark was offended that Adriel dresses better than him and that I don’t compliment Mark enough. I’ll get right on that, despite Sebrina’s disagreement, quelle catastrophe! I left shortly after some small chat, and went to Chay’s to watch the movie Bug. Don’t bother, it’s fucked up and totally not worth the 1.5 hours that we spent going “Huh?” Something about schitzophrenia and aphids infesting the body; it’s not what we thought it would be at all. It probably had some allegorical meaning, like all films coming out of America, commenting on their pitfalls and such.

I walked home with a blanket, scarf, and it was so cold that I felt like I was dying. It was frigid beyond words, and me running still made it horribly difficult to breath. This makes me not impressed as soon I will need to start dressingly warlmly and sacrificing my amazingly awesome fashionable outfits. Oh well life goes on; but seroiusly. I need to go to Moncton like a feene to get shoes, pants, and shirts. It’s going to be a shizzle-show when I find out when Charlotte is available and we can go shopping. Credit card, here we come.

On an odd note, my stalker was at meal-hall which made me squeal, and then I had other people staring at me. This campus is so freakin’ sketchy sometimes, I’m not a freaking peice of meat available for everyone to drool over and lust after disgustingly. Sigh to the sky!

I can’t believe that some people spend excess amounts of time actually writing in blogs. I read someone’s blog that I’m slightly stalking today and it mentions that they spend about two hours writing something that comes up as about 500 or so words. What the hell is up with that?

Maybe they can’t type as fast as I, which is superfast, but still people; common’! The most time I spend is a couple hours each year to do my Eurovision and Melodifestivalen specials, with the exception of catching up with the travels in Europe, which took about a month of remembering stuff. But still, to spend so much time on something is quite tedios and annoying.

I taught at Salem Elementary today as part of my pedagogy training in music. It makes me want to go back to grade two, as the children are awesome. I picked the little boy to be my partner who I thought would be the little rascal, but really I got this cute little tweeker named Jeffrey who’s not only a smart little cookie, but the keener of the group. He probably just wanted to show us adults that he’s a good one; duely noted.

What’s the downside you ask? He can’t sing, he’s way off pitch, but that’s the endearing part about him. His voice is so childlike, and makes me think of my history; how utterly depressing, I know! It’s off to middle school and grade fives on Thursday, in otherwords, back into hell as I’d like to call it. Despite all this it was fun and good; they even had microphones so the teachers don’t have to yell! I was very impressed with what a Sackville school can provide with such low funding.

Guess what? Chicken butt! No I’m just joking, but seriously now.. I’m caught up with my classes for the first time ever, whoaaaaaah! It nearly killed me, but let’s see how long it takes to slip through the cracks, again. It feels nice not to have to struggle all the time, but still one prof is a bit unreasonable thinking that we can read 300 pages in a foreign langauge whilst paying close attention all by Friday. HA!

She wishes, blah haha haah. Anyways, life goes on and I’m still ill, but as Jaime said when I walked in today with a scarf and sunglasses “Hello fabulous”

I hate that word, but it was so fitting, I probably looked like someone famous who was shilding themself from the press, but really I’m guarding against illness! Go team!