it's the spanish

I watched 'Vicky, Christina, Barcelona' tonight and unless you haven't walked in the streets of Spain and seen a lovers quarrel, the movie may not be as interesting.  However, I loved every scene of it not only because of the familiarity in the scenes filmed, it shows love outside of the boundaries societies often place.  Plus, it's a Woody Allen film that brings something new to the table yet has its quirky conversations.  

It was a pretty fun filled weekend with one crazy sleep over, one karaoke bar, a saturday market, and a surprise visit from the parents.  Then today I got to go on a class trip to the Waterloo Public Health Department and met some of the big names there.  I wonder how my first presentation at a place like this will feel like?!?

 

i have a crush on my banker

What up with all these black flies?! I literally have to kill a handful every day, and the ones I miss chose to die in the most random places.  On top of that I have wasps and crickets crawling and flying about.  Sometimes I feel like I'm camping.  

My bestest is here for the weekend and tomorrow we get to do some exploring.  I think we'll start of the day at the market and then go find me some speakers for my computer.

Fun times!

ps. I have a crush on my banker who drives a red car (I'm not stalking).  How do I subtly ask him if he's interested in going out sometime?

lol who am I kidding.  

sniffles and achoos

I'm sick and my mommy isn't here to make me soup!! If this is growing up then it SUCKS cause I could do with some yummy soup right now and a little loving.  Instead I had some nasty noodles and a glass of orange juice.  

This sucks!!!

Is home really where the heart is??

Masters happened and with it came the crazy reading lists and ten assignments a week.  So just when I handed in the last of the assignments and thought I could breath I come home to a full inbox of new assignments and research work.  All in all though I can't complain.  In fact, I like it!

What I don't like was the surprise awaiting me this weekend when I got home.  I have officially been completely moved out of my own house!! What kills me is how carefully executed it was done.  I get home on Thursday and attempt to surprise my parents because they were expecting me a day later.  I walk in and find more boxes and my computer table gone.  I inquire about the sudden disappearance of the table and I get the answer 'Oh! your dad was trying to fix it and it broke so we just threw it out!" Alright, understandable but a lil coincidental wouldn't you say?? 

Saturday morning I wake up to my mom making noises as she's leaving the house at 9am.  A couple of hours later she comes back and explains how she saw this amazing bed at this antique market and she bought it for me (yeah right).  It just so happens that the bed is a queen size and comes with a side and curtains.  Sunday morning as I'm packing up my mom says to me "why don't you take this bed with you too??" I ask her how she exactly proposes I do that.  She simply answers 'Well just put it in your car and take it with you'.  Now at this point I'm becoming enraged with this sudden change of plans.  So enraged that I decide to become a rebel and refuse to take my bed and don't place my remaining belonging into the boxes.  

Monday night I call home and my dad picks up and says "Oh hunnie you'll love your new room.  We got RIDE of all the furniture and the extra JUNK you had! We REPAINTED that nasty pink to a nice shade of yellow and put up the beautiful curtains!!!"  I swear that after that sentence was uttered I didn't hear anything else and just wanted to crawl in a corner and bawl.  For your information that nasty pink was my first attempt at home renovation and that junk was my collection of photos and memories over the years!  

But I think it hit me hardest when I realized that this wasn't an attempt at a dream room for ME but rather the creation of a GUEST ROOM!!!!

It's safe to say that I am now a guest in my own house! I cannot wait for the next blow...

who knew

This weekend while trying on my brand new sweater, I found it a little more snug then I recall when I bought it.  I automatically went to panic mode and knew I had to go to the gym as of monday.  Who knew the universities brand new gym consisted of a room with five ellipticals.  Worst part was the average age of the gym was still five years younger than mine.  Later that night on my way home from Office Depot I noticed a brand new gym beside my house.  I decided to check it out and today and I was surprised since it is an all women's club and not that expensive at all (around $35 a month).  I signed up and was advised to come back later to try the new dance crave class.  

So I did and I found myself standing in a room with women whose average age was not at least twenty more than mine.  But I gotta say, I've never had so much fun dancing to 'Sexual Healing' and 'Sexy Money Maker'.  There were women who were older than my grandmother who could move their hips better than I can ever imagine doing so.  Anyways, one hour of fun resulted in me drenched and excited for the many more classes to come.  

Internet hell

So much for keeping my blog updated.  What does one have to do to get some internet??! I spent all of Thursday at home on the phone waiting for the internet dude to show up.  At around four I was losing it and after spending yet another hour on the phone being shafted from department to department, I threw the towel in and left the house.  

After having dinner with my friend at the Huether's Hotel (not to be mistaken with Hooters lol) I headed back home to watch the premier of 'So You Think You Can Dance'.  While driving home I realized I had forgotten to email the gallery on some work I was doing for them so I picked up the laptop and headed over to William's Pub for a mango strawberry smoothie and FREE internet!!

On my way back home I noticed this motorcycle behind me.  A Kawasaki R6 to be exact (for those who know me, you know that this bike is it!)  I decided to scope out the driver but when I missed the elevator I figured we'd eventually meet.  Little did I know that Mr. Motorcycle lives two doors away from me.  I basically squeaked a 'hello' and flew to my door.  Now I know I mentioned that my apartment was 99% seniors, but in the last two days I've seen three attractive individuals on my floor alone... things are getting a little more interesting ... 

the beginning

With a new adventure comes a new blog which I actually promise to keep updated.  For those who don't know, in two days I will turn 24 and start my new life as a Masters student at the University of Waterloo.  I have to admit that I was a bit hesitant moving to a small city, but Waterloo provides the tranquility of a small town and the modernity (is that even a word?) of a big city.  This past week I moved to an apartment north east of the city and I have to admit the building consists of 90% seniors and 10% students and young couples.  I don't mind it at all. In fact, it provides a more homey feeling seeing the seniors smiling faces everyday in the elevator and having that friendly conversation.  

So far I have met the other people within the program (about ten of us) and I can't complain. Note that I am the only one coming from Toronto.  The campus is beautiful and my faculty is located in a new posh building just north of campus.  With one week gone I can say that I'm happy with the decisions that I have made that have lead me to this path.  A new life with a new beginning.  Can't wait...