My Nomads!

So, I'm not sure if anyone knows but my girls...my favourite rays of sunshine in the world have left for six months to infinity to travel around North America in an RV. They sold their house, their possessions and went off to relax, see the world and be able to have family time and follow God's plan for them. The one problem is though, I am here and they are...who knows where!

So as I am reading their blog, sending them an email and trying to feel like they are somewhat beside me (as I always see them on Sundays) I found a video of them. I had to share if with the world. This is why I miss them! So cute!!!!!

So, it wont actually let me post the video, but its on youtube...just copy the link!
Steph, you will die!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afH5pa4kdWE&feature=player_embedded#!

oranje.

SUNDAY.

nbg.

growing up, down, and every way in between!

I need to blog about something, but im not sure just what.
I suppse my life, because that is what this is essentially for...am i right?
Sadly, the only thing that comes out of my mouth is like a broken record player, "Hi there, how can i help you?" "Looking for the proshop, its just down the big wooden stair case!" and my favourite which alternate with the weather either "Great weather we're having today for golf!" or "It's a shame the bad weather you're having, make sure you have your coffee out there!" with a big fake, warm cheesey smile!

So lets get down to basics, the usual meet and greet sort of stuff.

Hows the job?
- crazy, busy, causing sleep deprivation, hallucinations, and im sure many other things that im too tired to be aware about
- job is also, causing tears, stress and the desire to quit at the very second i get the schedule every week

Home life?
- what is home? i live at work.

Social life?
- i live at work. social life = friends at work = sometimes awesome/sometimes horrible
- o right and school! which i am horribly behind in and i feel like i might fail!

and yes the ultimate girl question BOYS?
- let me see, let me see...since school has ended not only has my boy love life suddenly become this huge mess of confusion, uncertainty, and moments where i literally stand there thinking..."what the hell just happened!?" but somehow my heart has been tugged on by three completely different guys!
- Let us call them Bachelor 1, Bachelor 2, Bachelor 3
....get ready for this guys...my heart is moving pretty quick lately. Something new for everyone. I am the girl that in the past 10 years until now, liked one boy and one boy only until the next boy came along around two years later. I could say until this past year that I had liked say 4 guys in my lifetime and could list them off for you. But no, since April swung around and brought its shower, the thing that has bloomed is crap. total crap, or as my mom would say...bullocks!

Bachelor 1 - please make up your mind, or else im walking.
Bachelor 2 - mind made up, but heart not...me left standing :)
Bachelor 3 - this just in...new this week, literally a McDreamy look-a-like who asked for my number however due to supervisor present could not give to the cause... i get excited to go to work now :P Bachelor #3 - please show up again and melt my heart!

<3 peace and love, hugs and kisses, kisses and squishes - off to Aussie land in 11 days! let the count down begin!

sometimes you just don't want lemonade

it's okay to be upset sometimes. it's okay to be negative. in fact, it's even okay to feel a little sorry for yourself.

i wouldn't go so far as to condone it all the time, but sometimes bad things happen and it really really sucks. and you're allowed to feel down about that.

and i get it - everything happens for a reason, blah blah blah. but be real about it. chances are, the positive attitude is just a front to cover up the actual hurt anyway. and really? sometimes life just is not fair. so rather than always making lemonade, bust out the tequila every once in awhile. [figuratively, of course].

there is more to life than the bright side.


profound, i know.


in other news, the dutch are to continue and play cameroon on thursday! future world champs?

Can't help but smile

I know i say i hate my job way too often , but there are some parts that I like. Like wen a kid comes running on deck cuz they are so excited to start class or when we go on little adventures to the moon and we bring ice cream or when we make pancakes and put bubble gum and people in them. But the best part is the little hand made cards and "birds that don't look like birds " that you get.... I can't help but smile .

90% Vegan ... is there such a thing?

Since i can't consume dairy cuz i'm lactose intolerant and allergic to milk and i've also lost my desire to consume meat becoming a vegan just seemed like a sensible idea. Well that was until i realized that I couldn't eat eggs or fish which i just couldn't do. Sorry Ev there shall be many more boiled eggs at the HOJ:D. So 90% vegan it is.... this should be interesting haha . I may need two fruit bowls .

Packing Up

This time last year, my sister had just gotten married, and we had moved her from the old apartment to the new one with her hubby :) Now...we are packing up again - the only difference is that we are in another hot apartment, and my sister and brother-in-law are moving into a new house!! I honestly cannot believe it...my big sis owning her own house. crazy.

So i havent been updating lately, but this is my new life. Two jobs, supervisor and receptionist...busy = yes!! But where is all the money going, because i have none? The first pay check went to pay off my visa from the last month of school...I seem to remember being with Ev and saying...put it on the visa we dont get the bill until schools over anyways..and then the bill came and i regretted it all. Second paycheck went to a wonderland seasons pass and gas.

This long weekend I am working = great...not! But is money and the upside is tonight is the Greys Anatomy season finale and I am very excited! With my sis and Jeannine, they bought beer, but i cant have any.

Anyways, I should get back to packing! I miss all my HOJ ladies!

<3

PS. Camilio ... INGRID!!

steph is apparently happy.

This is just a stupid and random steph story.

I was dazing out the other day, and somehow I got "If you're happy and you know it" in my head. First of all, RANDOM.

Secondly, I started clapping when it tells you to clap your hands. I didnt even notice. Apparently my subconscious is quite happy with life. And Beckham is happy with his life too. Soulmates?

Can one of you 6 please send me to counselling.. like.. NOW?

Camille.. psychoanalyze me!

Is it ever ok to not care?

I say yes. Well i've always been one to care alot about what i look like before i step out the door. Sometimes even my bedroom door. You know how they say never frown because you never know who's falling in love with you smile. Well I highly doubt that person is gonna fall in love with your smile if the rest of you just looks a hot mess. They'd most likely be spending that energy trying to figure out why this girl didn't take a shower or even bothered to comb her hair. Well that's just gonna be me for a bit. Yes i'm gonna be rocking a 'fro ... well trying to atleast. Why? Well one thing that i didn't factor into my summer job was the amount of time i was going to be spending in the water. I know I know . Why would a lifeguard expect to stay dry? Well in all honesty 99.9% of city lifeguards stay dry on a daily basis becuase we almost never have to do rescues. But teaching kids require you to submerge and get wet, regrettably. So whats the point of spending an hour trying to straighten my hair to dive in the pool 3 hours later to get it all curly again. So the 'fro it is. :D. Hopefully i won't get attacked by birds trying to build a nest in my hair:p.

hacked?

yepp.

got home from toronto around 3 am this morning, went to pay my visa bill, and received an "insufficient funds" message. went into my actual account and realized that it had been emptied, minus my last paycheque which had yet to be cleared by the bank. went to the bank as soon as it opened, and was told that someone had swiped my information somehow and managed to hack into my bank account...but not to worry, i would get my money back pending an investigation. gave me a new card and tried to send me on my way.

however, as i said, i had to pay a visa bill + rent was coming out today...but there was zero money available to cover either. SO...after explaining this repeatedly to one utterly useless employee after the next, they finally set my account up with overdraft (charges to be reversed, of course) so that i could make both payments today. 2 hours later, i left the bank.

this would happen to me.

in other news, i got to see hannah today! and, aside from having no money to my name until the bank solves this, i've had a pretty awesome last twenty-four hours. plus, i didn't have to work today for once, which automatically equals a decent day!

camille: this was day four without coffee for me! if i can do it, you can. promise :).

Suck on that Assssssmahhhhh

So exactly one week ago I decided to start running to keep in shape. Thanks to the polluted air I was forced to inhale in Toronto , I bearly made it up the hill and to the mall before I had an asthma attack. I came back home got my inhaler and they tired again. Slowly but surely I made it all the way to the speed river and back without dying. I did however make frequent stops. Well one week later i'm proud to announce that i can now make it all the way to the speed river without stopping. YEA ME :D. Next step making it all the way there and back without stopping.

shalalala

hello hello my lovely ladies!!!
i have missed you, and sorry i have not been blogging!

update: school is done (for now) - yet i am already working on my honours thesis...i think the nerd has not left me!!
bank account - running too low for comfort
work - start tomorrow and i am TERRIFIED! and i just dont want to go.
o work a love hate relationship....or more just hate hate. i swore last year i would never go back, and i swore the year before but i seem to always find myself there again. this is the last summer though! blogging world...hold me to it!

currently: sitting with the cat, thinking i should go to bed in time to wake up at 5:45.....however wondering how falling asleep at 9:30 is even possible.

also: i miss my HOJ girls so much. so so so much. how can you go from living with all your besties to not having any of them? answer that for me!

shaalalala. June 7th, camille, ev and i head off to see Ingrid Michaelson in toronto!! I AM SO EXCITED GIRLS! so excited! ah! wonderfulness!

i could keep babbling but i will let you guys be......
i will update you on work tomorrow <3
(one upside...bc i start early im pretty sure i get to wear my golf shirt top instead of a dress shirt with a tie...and yes that is something to look forward to!)

<3 peace out.
L-Mac

The song that's stuck in your head

Sometimes all you need is one song on repeat to make everything ire.

"Hey, Soul Sister , ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo

The way you move ain't fair ya know. "

you shall not pass

this...

or this?

exams suck.

Where Amazing Happens

So the raps aren't going to make the play-offs again. No surprise there . I'm glad my Bulls are making it though.

3 days 13 hours till Amazing begins

You've got growing up to do...

So, another school year has ended, another year of memories come and gone and what have we got at the end of it? I can list a few things, bags under our eyes, an addiction to caffeine, and a brain that has turned to mush. It's not all bad news though, which I will be getting to.

Yes, it's true - third year does kill you. It does try to take away your soul, and for those to whom it succeeded, my condolences. Another year of school though brings even more late night memories, even more trips to either the 24hr grocery store for brownies and ice cream or McDicks, and somehow it teaches us even more about yourself.

Honestly, every year that I come out of school, I feel like I have somehow matured? I don't know how it's possible, but I look back on things that happened in September and I wouldn't have dealt with them or treated the situations as I did then. Friendships come, friendships go, and at the end you wonder how much more could change in the following summer.

It's kind of exciting when you think about it, because you think life will always stay the same, and it doesn't. Everyday you learn new things about life, and about yourself, and even when you're 45 you'll still have lessons to learn. Crazy huh?

So my point of this very random post - as Joshua Radin would say, we've all got some growing up to do, and as for me, I am happy that it is with the Ladies of Jane that I can do this sometimes painful learning experience with.



How much will I have grown by next year?

I'm sure you look beautiful tonight .

You looked good in purple last year.

Too bad I won't be there to see it this year.

fourth year blues

contemplating the future, as it's what my brain does instead of sleeping..

a) law school: typical choice for me, i suppose, as i've been told i'm "destined" for law school since i was eleven. but do i want it? i don't know. but i'm not convinced i would want to do corporate law...public defender is more my style, but the idea of being an underpaid, overworked, washed up government employee by the age of 30? not so much. either way, lsats in the fall '10? maybe.

b) environmental policy + administration: possible, definitely possible. i've always had a thing for the whole 'green' movement, but only when it has substance...but for a career? it's a solid option, but requires a masters...not that any choice of mine doesn't require graduate work. also, i'm qualified...beyond qualified for the program.

c) high school: it's not my fault, really. when both your parents are teachers, it's inevitable that you're going to have some predisposition toward the vocation. however, to do so means either acquiring 6 geography courses in the next year or coming back for a semester and taking french. on top of that, jobs are scarce (at least in ontario). on the bright side? i have more experience than most undergrads, and am guaranteed three incredible references...but to go back to high school for the rest of my life? uncertain on that regard.

d) journalism: i like to write. i like to research. i love words. but again, a masters, and again, it could end badly - i'm thinking burnt out story chaser who ends up writing the "dear abby" column for the next twenty years...

e) farm: it's a bit ironic, really. the one thing i've sworn i'll never do, is the one thing i cannot get away from. there are ideas, of course, to make it not just a rundown horse farm...but...the amount of capital needed to start something up and make it successful? ridiculous. if it were possible though to make it work...well, i already have the whole thing already planned out...

f) tba: i have too many interests to list here...so i'll save this category for everything not already mentioned.

i wish i could just "let it be". as much as i love the beatles, and i follow that line a lot, i'm still stressing about the decisions ahead. as much as i want school to end, i'm not certain i'm ready to be in fourth year yet. too much to deal with...decide for me?

Tyga Tyga

So it is easter and one would usually associated this time of year with easter bunnies and egg hunts and yummy baked goodness. Well that just not happening this yr haha. University does that to you. I've been busy writing up final 12 page lab reports, wiping my runny and trying to recover from being sick all weekend long. To annihilate the boredom and isolation that i've experienced this weekend I started listening to some new music. Some of you may have heard of Lil Wayne and Young Money. Well I discovered one rapper that who goes by the name of Tyga. Amazing rapper and even better looking guy. I must admit i'm not into the rappers with their chains that hang low and their boxers showing and the body suit of tattoos but Tyga, he's the only exception. I guess you can call him a celebrity crush. In the words of Lil Weezy ' She wanna lick the rapper" haha not really. Anyway Tyga= love.

Ps i'm not going to lonely anymore cuz i'm lauren (not Macnab) and Vanessa are making me easter dinner. Kinda excited I miss my girlies

so HOJ

(517): New favourite sorority...they made me pancakes in the morning and welcomed back the walk of shame girls with a round of applause.

ohh, tfln.

case in point: lo and i completed a very entertaining walk of shame after my birthday, where not only did we pass multiple church goers, we also got stuck in the rain, had to take a twenty-minute bus ride, and ran into an ex. the best part? we had a completely innocent night, haha.

once, twice...frice?

no, that is not a spelling error, that says frice. what is frice? frice is what the truly awesome l-mac is making me for dinner. really, it's just chicken fried rice, but for some reason it's become known as "frice", and well...we like it that way.

now, i know this does not sound like a very big deal but trust me...it is. i don't even like rice, but i love this. for some reason, she just knows how to cook it into perfectly amazing goodness. really, that is the only way to describe it.

anyway, i know i am going to have a solid dinner tonight (for once something that does not consist of chicken strips, pasta, or peanut butter and nutella wraps...).

in other news, i have the best friends in the world :).

WTF Cupid

I just wanted a reason to use that line . Stupid Cupid

the grease way.

The HOJ does a few things well - making musicals into sing-a-longs is one of them. After two hours of discussing every aspect of Grease, and pretty much roleplaying the entire movie out word by word (sidenote: lo has oddly superior abilities of doing so), I have realized that the HOJ is like Rydale High. We laugh, we mock eachother, we dance (OHHH we dance.), and well.. we go together. *cues music*

We go together like ramma lamma lamma ka dinga da dinga dong
Remembered forever as shoo-bop sha whada whadda yippidy boom da boom
Chang chang changity chang shoo bop that's the way it should be
Waooo Yeah

We're one of a kind like dip da dip da dip do whap de dobby do
Our names are signed boogedy boogedy boogedy boogedy shooby do wap shoo bop
Chang chang changity chang shoo bop we'll always be like one
Wa-wa-wa-one

p.s. "Tell me about it.. stuuuddd"

....

I was going to write a post about how our house has thin walls, and then I decided against it.

but seriously...our house has thin walls.

Im tired.

the only logical explanation?

i am one hundred and twenty-seven percent certain i do not belong in this world. now, i do not mean that i do not fit in, or that i hate my life or anything like that, but rather that this place is simply not completely right for me.

so where do i think i belong, if not on earth? well i am pretty positive that it isn't outer space or anything...(i still get nightmares from ET)...no, i definitely don't relate to the alien world. instead, i think that i was born to be in an alternate universe - ie: middle earth, narnia, hogwarts...(fyi - in lotr, i would NOT be a hobbit. i would be someone from rohan. or an elf. maybe even the shortest elf to ever walk the planet...but an elf nonetheless).

why is this? well, not only do i adore the respective books/films/stories associated with those three places, i also think i am simply more suited to that lifestyle. i often feel like i can relate much more to the landscape and experiences of those stories than of the things i actually do know. and it's not just good cinematography or writing - let's face it: lotr might be perfect, but narnia has some pretty weak moments, and hp has made its fair share of errors...i just feel more drawn in to those worlds.

also, i often feel like people are staring at me like i am out of place. case in point: today, laur and i were walking home from school and we passed many a strange soul. however, every single person we saw proceeded to look at us like we were the most bizarre creatures he or she had ever seen. it made us very paranoid by the time we reached janefield...

anyway, now that i sound like some crazy child living in dream land, i think i'll stop this ramble. it's not that i don't like my life or anything like that, i just think it would be more awesome in one of those worlds. besides, my luck on this planet is horrendous...and i am convinced that it would not be this way in an alternate universe. really, it's the only thing that makes sense to me.

I Just Haven't Met You Yet.

Being single can often leave us feeling melancholy but we have to keep hope alive. Oh that Buble. He said it best.

I might have to wait,

I’ll never give up,

I guess it's half timin', and the other half's luck,

Wherever you are,

Whenever it's right,

You'll come outta nowhere and into my life.

I'm crossing my fingers and hoping.

If I Could be Anything

If I could do anything in the whole entire world, instead of this essay writing, soul killing univeristy life I would be a singer like Ingrid Michaelson. I love her style of music, her voice, her lyrics...everything. She is so original and just ahh its gorgeous.

So this, WILL be me.





ugh just LOVE her.

and on another note, in about an hour and a half I will see the Zamboni going around the ice, and in about 2 and a half hours, I will see it going around the ice again. O, love.

<3

insomnia sucks, but i'll take it

i have a sleeping problem. i actually do not sleep more than 2-3 hours a night, and it's usually in short, thirty-minute bursts. i don't sleep during the day, because if i take a nap i do not sleep that night at all. how do i survive? perhaps because once a month i go comatose for anywhere from 18-24 hours. literally, i am knocked out for an entire day. i don't move, don't hear anything (even a blaring alarm that would normally have me flying out of bed), and don't wake up. after that, the cycle continues. i've tried teas, sleep therapies, routines, reading, music on/off, solitaire, etc...but nothing works. anyway, there are reasons for this chronic insomnia, but the point of this post is not to describe them...it's to talk about today.

well lately, this sleeping problem has been particularly prevelant, and i can feel one of those major crashes coming on. take last night for example: after giving up on sleep because there was simply too much on my mind, i got up early and went to the farm to ride. when i got back, lo and i went for a pretty decent run outside. awesome. however, when we got back, i felt exhausted, cold, and my head was pounding, so i crawled into bed and lay there huddled under the covers. eventually, i fell asleep.

during this sleep, which would seem so innocent, i had a terrifying nightmare that pretty much the entire campus was trying to break into my house. when i finally arrived on the scene (after being detained by multiple policemen and bystanders trying to hinder my attempts to stop the break in), i ran at them trying to get them to leave. however, turns out they actually wanted me dead, and they were prepared to do so. they pulled out hammers and started beating me to the ground, while everyone i knew stood around and watched...doing nothing. when i woke up, i didn't know where i was and couldn't figure out what had just happened. and then i realized it was a dream.

terrifying. i'm still shook up about it, hence the reasoning behind this post.

and then people wonder why i hate sleep...

dreams are a curse.

Narnia and Back Again

It's Sunday morning, cold outside, cloudy and seems like the perfect day to listen to Jack Johnson and Banana Pancakes, yes SEEMs like it. Instead what do my roomie and I do...we go for a run! She does let me sleep in, and then head out for a torturous journey but there is still not Jack Johnson involved.

So this is us...
(i know dont we look great haha)



so we're running, trying out a new path, trying to bring some spice into our life and we find this kind of sketch path by a creek/river/ditch/thing. Really pretty actually, so we decide to somehow balance on the rocks in the middle of this creek/river/ditch/thing (Ev does twist her ankle in the process) and make it to the other side. Now what do we find when we have finally crossed, somehow without falling in the creek/river/ditch/thing but NARNIA! haha. Now we are two girls that adore alternate universes, and yes you did read that correctly. Lord of the Rings and Narnia always have us spinning around in happiness. So when we found this dead wood it truly made our day and yes we did even use movie quotes, "What are you talking about, I have been gone for hours!!" (as Lucy would say)




So my point of this strange blog, today i went to Narnia and back again, and it was grand. You guys should try it sometime! I'm sure that Ev and I will try and get back there next weekend for a little adventure. Care to join?

Stairs... You can't run up them. You can't run down them.

Ever since I was able to walk i've lacked the ability to just walk up or down stairs. It seems like such a trivial task. Just put one foot in front of the other and take a couple seconds in between. Simple right? 20.63 yrs later i've yet to master this task. I think that the "ride " is much better if its faster, therefore I run and I inevitably fall. Lately i've found myself tripping alot more than usual. To a normal person that would be an obvious cue to slow down and just walk up/down the flight of stairs. That however just doesn't apply to me . I have to keep running its what I do . Its who I am. The Stair-runner. I should slow down before i become known as the Stair- tripper or fall on knock my two front teeth out .

ZAMBONI ZAMOBINI

i LOVE Zambonies. Like legit love them. We have started going to watch our friends hockey games oon Sundays and I always make sure that we leave early enough so that we can see it go around the ice before the game and i make sure that we stay afterwards.

while watching these zambonies, I have decided that I am going to marry a zamboni driver. Really, i just think sitting up there with him would make my day every day. Its all about the little things in life.


see this girl just sitting on top of the Zamboni.....o love, this is my dream.

to the irish!

because our house is just awesome like that...

st. patty's '10.

also, emotions are truly bizarre.

But Drew did it....

It doesn't define who you are or make you promiscuous.

You Learn Something New Everyday!...Yes Ev included

For those of you who don't know ev, one word i would use to describe her is brainiack. No joke this kid knows just about anything. You can ask her one question, and leave with an essay written! It is very useful.
BUTT i was finally able to teach her something she didn't know!
Hard to beleive right? I know.
This is the very reason for my first post ever on this blog. This marks a historical moment in the HOJ households, and i felt it HAD to be documented. Let it begin...

It was just an ordinary day in the HOJ household and steph, ev and I were just hangin around in the family room.
Obviously we werent getting very much work done, slacking as per usual.
Anywho, there was a lot of peeing...in the toilet of course....and water drinking involved, which presumingly led to the peeing. The peeing person shall remain anonymous.

A joke, or at least an attempted joke was made by ev, that maybe the person drinking the water was pregnant! Supposedly genious, Ev thought that pregnant women drink a lot of water during pregnancy. (This in fact is plausible, however it is not the main reason)
ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR WRONGGGGGOOOOOO was she!
Now genious Christina, proceeded to correct Ev in telling her that pregnant women pee alot because as the baby is growing in your uterus it sits on the women's bladder, thus causing a peeing sensation!

So there you have it ladies and gentlemen. I know you were probably expecting some insanely amazing fact to be said. But no, sorry to disappoint. I personally think this is even better, the fact that Evelien didnt know that one simple fact! :) ahhhhh. Twas a historical HOJ household

moment indeed!

mr. sun, mr. beach, come kidnap me please :)

this is what i stare at all day, paper and glasses, paper and glasses.....

this is what i want to stare at all day....



life is so unfair.

4 more weeks of classes everyone!

Good food that you didn't have to pay someone to make.

One of the best cures for the hang over that tags along after a long night on the town is some good home made food and maybe some coffee. But this post is not to reminisce about the taste of caffeine. No its about fooooooooood. Yummy home made goodness. Yesterday I was talking to my aunt who lives in Trinidad with my mom and sisters and she proceeded to inform me that she had curry crab and dumplings for lunch. If you don't know what that is my friend you haven't lived, or you are canadian haha. Oh the things i would do for some good caribbean food. If I were on death row and I had to choose my last meal it would be that. Unfortunately for me i was never keen on learning to cook these delicious meals. The only time i was ever in the kitchen was when the food was finished being cooked and I was first in line with my plate ready to be served. To me a piratical meal was something I could take out of a box pop in the microwave and at the sound of the ding two minutes later I could devour. Unfortunately for me I can't go home on the weekends to get home cooked meals . However the void that was created by the absences of the yummy caribbean goodness has been replaced by some good made from scratch baked goods. Its a HOJ tradition to make cupcakes for every house party. Last night I went to a house party held by the gryphons swim and lifeguard teams and they tried to imitate out HOJ tradition. Well, u know that saying that when you are hungry u'll eat just about anything . Well, there was no amount of hunger that could me eat a second cupcake. i don't think i could put into words how disappointed I was in those cupcakes. I think i've just been a bit spoiled by Lo and her amazing baking skills. Please come back and bake for us.

should i stay or should i go?

letting people down sucks. you see, one of the most incredible people in the world had a birthday celebration last night, and well, despite our promise we did not attend. why not? well, i guess the best excuse i can think of is we were too sick and too tired. but that was lame. that is not enough reason to not show up, even if just to say hello. trust me, you think it's fine at the time, because your exhausted or whatever, but the realization that you let someone down....brutal.

i guess all i'm trying to say is next time, just go. sometimes just showing up, even for half an hour, makes all the difference. and really, if friends aren't worth the effort than who is?

also, making up for it can be rather dangerous, as it involves running into your car 10 minutes before midnight in your sweatpants, going to three different shopper's drug marts to find a place which develops pictures (and failing), and then racing a cop down the road to arrive at 11:58 - just in time to make it on the actual birthday. yes, next time, better to just go.

so to the amazingly wonderful, loving, and talented (dj one button!)...we loveee you.

I WANT SUMMER

Simply put, I WANT SUMMER! After an extremely fun filled weekend, with tropical drinks, leis, flowers in the hair and that beachy glow (Katherine's 21st Birthday) being at the library isnt that favourable. It also doesnt help that it's 6 degrees outside and extremely sunny. Suntanning on the deck girls? believe it or not people, but suntanning in 6 degrees works and on our deck there is no wind, so we put the music on and we're good to go, dreaming that it actually is summer.

I woke up this morning all rested and ready to go, walked to the library and as soon as i got the homework out, my eyes started to close and my brain switched off. I try to tell my brain that its ok, that if it just stays awake for a couple hours and get the work done it will all be over...however all i want to do is sleep. and GUARENTEED the second i put my homework away i will be wide awake. LAAAAMMMEe is all i have to say so that.

On another note, lastnight a few of us girls went out for McFlurrys and then watched The Lion King, and i would like to say that as i grow older my love for Disney movies and ice cream expand. Its wonderful!

ok so i guess i should get back to writing this Film Analysis thingy ma-jig, and i'll keep dreaming of summer and cottages and the beach and....*sigh*

adieu.

Need A Midnight Laugh ... In spanish

Do the words midterms, exams and studying get you depressed and down? Well i've got the cure (i'll be accepting Noble prizes later ,i'll have my people call your people ). Why not laugh a little. Its good for the soul and it helps you forget about that midterm you were going to fail anyway .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_8sW7vvRo7A

Come Dance with Me

If there is anything, or anyone that always gets me in a good mood it has to be the old school traditional Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin. You wonder why? First, the songs are so smooth and classic. You can totally just imagine dancing around under the stars. None of this "superman that ho" "she moves her body like a cyclone" - even if they do manage to get me dancing on the dance floor when I have consumed a few bevvys. The era i was supposed to live in was with Frank and Dean. I have no idea why, but everytime i listen to their songs I find myself humming and being elevated to the best mood. Maybe its my desire to still be a child, dreaming of prince charming, or who knows what. Maybe the fact that i grew up watching Guys and Dolls everytime I went to my grandparents house and loved the songs like "Adelaide, Adelaide, ever loving Adelaide, is taking a chance on me" sung by the great Frankie D. himself. For my future husband, I am very sorry but their songs will be played at our wedding, and you will love it.



And just for kicks I am adding this pic of Simon baker, because I love Simon Baker. And I feel like he has that classic James Dean look. Too bad he is married and has kids.

Dear Wendy Williams "How You Doin"

So an hr later i've realized where my priorities lie. No lab report should ever come in between me and my Wendy haha. I mean how can i miss all the gossip and her bad weaves and wigs, scandalous laugh and outrageous outfits not to mention the advice she gives to the audience and that famous line that had me convinced that she was born a man. After all some people like "Cough Drop " should be thankful for the Wendy Williams show since her Halls remedy has been working miracles.

"Hi my name is Camille and i'm a Wendy Williams addict ." "Hi Camille" . haha

T is for tedious T- test

So i was all excited that i'd finish my lab report in time to head home and catch the Wendy Williams Show. If you don't know which show i'm referring to then you my friend must venture from under you little rock a bit more frequently. Any-who i'm stuck in the library on the 2nd floor doing 8 different t-test and plotting all these graphs about osmoregulation and ion-regulation in trout (aka i'm wasting my life away) . Truth be told i don't even like trout that much haha. On a positive note i have Alecia Keys to keep my company, she always knows exactly how i feel

peace Love and chicken grease.

My New Best Friend

The long winter days take a toll on our skin, our lips become chapped, our hands crack from the cold and it really does become a never ending cycle. So why am i complaining? We all go through it right? Well I am going to add a cold on top, like the worst cold possible? You know one of those colds where your nose is a fountain, and it literally is impossible to get through 30 minutes without 4 or 5 tissues. Ya, that was me, all week, and still now.

It all started with a headache, which lead to a sore throat, which lead to the area between my nose and my lips (they must have some scientific name for that) becoming so chapped and dry that even speaking was like a death sentance. What was the cause? Going through a box of tissues in 24 hours, that were NOT the ultra soft kind. Twenty four hours of blowing my nose has left me now, a week later still suffering from an extremely sore upper lip. What will save me you ask? After an emergency trip to Shoppers, and $47 dollars out my beloved wallet for drugs, three boxes of kleenex (ultra soft) neocitran, and most importantly for my life saver VASELINE!

It has changed my world, and not left my side. The vaseline sits with me at all times. And is always smeared onto this upper lip region of my face with pride, off to class I go with a shiny nose. Another helpful tip for those of you bestowed with a cold - bring the whole kleenex box! It is soo helpful to have when you have those sniffles in an 80 minute lecture, and even more handy - bring a plastic bag for all those unwanted, sickly used ones. Vasleine is my only hope to cure what this 'no name' brand of kleenex has done to me.

Which leads me to another interesting point that the ladies of HOJ were discussing today, why do they even make non soft kleenex? There is no point to it. They only cause more harm than good, it is like wiping your nose on the toilet paper you find at the gas station which we all know is not pleasant.

So if any of you are having trouble with a cold this winter, I do highly reccomend investing in some vaseline and ultra soft kleenex. and in case you are wondering the vaseline is in the baby aisle (saving you some trouble - took me a while to find).

So signing off, until the next time i have something life changing to tell you.

xxx

winter workouts don't have to be a struggle

i recently developed a cold that, combined with my normal breathing difficulties, truly has made life horrendous. between downing bottles of benylin and drinking cups of tea made with halls (thank you, wendy williams!), i realized the intense ache across my abdomen. that got me thinking: i may not be able to go to the gym right now, but at least i'm getting one hell of an ab workout from all the coughing. and really, let's face it: sick or not, it's winter, it's cold out, and it's hard to drag oneself to the gym on a regular basis. so here's a few PROVEN (yes, i know they always say 'proven', but these ones are tried and true at the hoj itself!) ways to keep those winter workouts successful. and they're all from the comfort of your own home! now that's both convenient and efficient.

1) become an asthmatic - no longer something to be ashamed of! all that coughing really tightens your tummy and the swollen throat stops you from eating as much as you would like. double bonus?

2) dance around your kitchen to music from the islands - seriously, zumba/salsa/pilates classes are overrated. clear a space in your house, blast some beats, and let yourself go wild. you'll be feeling it for days, AND you'll avoid the sweaty gym with its sweaty people.

3) live in a house with four sets of stairs - who needs a stairmaster when you run up the stairs twenty times a day to get that one thing you keep forgetting on the top floor?

4) let yourself cry - depressing? maybe. but personally, i believe that crying makes you stronger. and those heart-wrenching sobs work your whole upper body, while lifting a weight off your shoulders and making you feel lighter. so if you need to, let those tears fall.

5) let yourself laugh - living with six other girls has made me realize the importance of laughter. it doesn't matter what you find so funny, or why, just let it happen. whether it's by reading the latest TFLN, watching the office, or simply joking around with your besties, laughter really is the best workout. beats 100 crunches any day!

well, i'm off for more drugs.

bye for now!

Word of the Day: Kinky

How it should be used:

kink-y [king-kee]
- adjective, kink-i-er, kink-i-est.
1) full of kinks; closely twisted: a kinky wire
2) (of hair) closely or tightly curled
3) Slang. marked by unconventional sexual preferences or behaviour, as fetishism, sadomasochism, or the like.

How we use it:

"Here's your pizza and four waters" "KINKKYY"
"You're all over it today" "KINKYY"
"What a nice mug" "KINKKYY

Pretty much, we've transformed the definition of the word. Would someone like to call and inform Webster? I vote ev... the perscribed drugs might help her persuasivness.

So it begins....

This is a story about a house of seven girls, a house that we like to refer to endearly as, The House of Jane, or quite simply, the HOJ.
We're seven girls, all unique in our own way. Some of us emotional grenades ready to go off at a moments notice, others stay calm and collected at all hours of the day. Among us, we are nerds, random sports fans, social butterflies, fashion divas, figure skating wannabees, photographers, poets, and future world leaders (o and I guess we are students too) - but most of all we are crazy, fun, loving, down to earth, sweatpant addicts, carb devouring 20 year old girls.

Our stories all began in our first year of university in September 2007, and now it is 2010 and we thought it was time to start documenting the crazy house we live in. Three floors of laughing, screaming, shouting,and the more than occasional death glare. We are convinced that the mirrors have scientitsts on the other side studying how we survive each and every day, and we are even more convinced that the house is haunted. Against all odds and through the power of baked goods we have remained friends, and learned to live together, laugh together and most of all love together.

These are our stories.