The past weekend and a bit has been awesome! De-stressing feels amazing. I wish I could sort of have what I have now, except living by myself, actually having an official significant other and still have occasional classes.
I love learning so much (as expressed in almost all of my blog posts), and I can't stand to not learn. So on (Sunday?) I watched a 20 minute lecture. I mean it was only 20 minutes, but I still just couldn't let my brain go. Tomorrow (maybe even tonight) I am going to start reading this book on Economics I picked up. I also got 2 how to books, and a book on biology. I hate biology, but since I didn't take it in high school, I think it would be good to get a little biology knowledge. Plus it will come in handy in many philosophical debates I get into. Why I get into philosophical/biology debates, I don't know.
But I do have some actual things to do over the holidays. I am going to prepare all of my exam notes, prepare my english presentation, start my exercise science essay (picking a topic and starting research) and I am going to finish my history photo assignment.
I am going to talk about christmas now, like a normal person.
This christmas... let's see.
Well it was okay. Nothing horrible really happened. But I got to hang out with my cousin, which was kind of nice, actually. I didn't do anything special for christmas. Last year and this year I wanted to things with friends, but I never did. Whatever. But this year christmas sort of snuck up on me, because of my depressive bout (from like halfway through october until the beginning of december).
I gave one of my teachers a present for christmas, which I don't always do, unless I actually like that teacher. But anyways, we had a bit of a conversation which was nice because I feel like things actually got kind of awkward between us. I've known her for a while and she knows some of my family too (Which we recently established this fact).
I also got a letter from my grade 2/3 teacher which was nice. My mom sends out family letters and stuff, and we keep in contact with my grade 2/3 teacher because my mom used to babysit her daughter. She sent a letter back saying that she also ran a half-marathon recently, and she said that she went to nipissing for her BEd. Although I'm not sure if Nipissing is where I am going, anymore, because Trent has free tuition for my average (as long as my average stays up). That's besides the point, the point is that it was nice hearing from her!
P.S. I am an awesome cousin. I got my cousin actual things she would like, like a spy kit, and a nerf gun. I mean, she got a cell phone, and a camera for christmas. But she played with the nerf gun for like 2 hours. Cell phone? Not once. Camera? Her dad used it. See. I'm pretty awesome.
For christmas, I got a bunch of little/medium sized things, which was kind of nice. I got a globe (finally), a new alarm clock/iPod dock, a ton of workout stuff, a ton of chocolate, a "Yonanas" maker, some new blankets. Etc. It was a pretty good christmas. Other than the fact that pretty much everything I got my mom, she either already had, or got from someone else for christmas. For example: The electric screwdriver, water bottle and workout gloves I got her. Sigh.
Shit Shit Shit.
I have so many ideas of things to write about all of the time, in my blog. I feel like it's unprofessional to write about like 3-4 different things in 1 post though. Whatever.
I've come to the realization that I am pretty damned weird. Okay, I've known this forever. But I am not like the weird that is weird like wearing mustaches and singing and running through the halls at school. I'm weird like crazy artist weird. I'm not a crazy artist, though. But still, I just have abstract views, I act weird, and I talk about weird things. I mean, I've known of this for a very, very long time, but the thing is that I don't make new friends often so when I do, I start talking about weird random things then sort of think "Will they accept me for me?". I feel like asking myself this question goes against everything I believe in, but it is not a matter of changing myself for another person, it is more like me overanalyzing my relationships and trying to figure out if they will work.
I feel like the guy I like is too normal for me. I don't think he is really judgemental, but... I still don't know him all that well. We talk about the weirdest effing things, and have the weirdest inside jokes like the bird by the dumpster that teaches you how to speak bird so you can win cross country as well as the invisible dogs on my ceiling that shed on me. Oh goodness, that was hilarious. I'm going to tell that story so you get the context.
We were couch chilling, and I was wearing black pants, and so naturally, I got dog hair all over my pants. Somewhat unconsciously, I started picking it off and he was just like "What are you doing?" and I was like "Oh, I'm picking dog hair of my pants". Okay, this part is boring... anyways he tried to get me to stop and then eventually we just sat there and then somehow we started talking about how my dog sheds like several dogs and he was sarcastically like "No, you have several dogs in your house" and I said "All of the invisible ones".
Him: "Like the one on the ceiling fan over there?"
Me: "Oh no that's not a dog. They walk on the ceilings."
Him: "Invisible floating dogs on the ceiling?"
Me: "Yes, they're really annoying, they always shed on me."
This story was kind of dumb. Nevermind.
My WHOLE POINT of this rant/story is that even though we are weird together like that, I'm not sure that he can understand how I am weird philosophically and psychologically. But not that that matters right now.
I wonder if people actually read my whole blog posts. I wish people would comment so I knew who they were. I only know of a couple of people I know in real life that might read this. But I don't know who else does, because there are some people out there according to my statistics. Who here likes my messed up life? ME!!
Only me.
Goodbye.
Oh wait, check out I Love it- Icona Pop. This song is the best in the world.
K bye.
I love learning so much (as expressed in almost all of my blog posts), and I can't stand to not learn. So on (Sunday?) I watched a 20 minute lecture. I mean it was only 20 minutes, but I still just couldn't let my brain go. Tomorrow (maybe even tonight) I am going to start reading this book on Economics I picked up. I also got 2 how to books, and a book on biology. I hate biology, but since I didn't take it in high school, I think it would be good to get a little biology knowledge. Plus it will come in handy in many philosophical debates I get into. Why I get into philosophical/biology debates, I don't know.
But I do have some actual things to do over the holidays. I am going to prepare all of my exam notes, prepare my english presentation, start my exercise science essay (picking a topic and starting research) and I am going to finish my history photo assignment.
I am going to talk about christmas now, like a normal person.
This christmas... let's see.
Well it was okay. Nothing horrible really happened. But I got to hang out with my cousin, which was kind of nice, actually. I didn't do anything special for christmas. Last year and this year I wanted to things with friends, but I never did. Whatever. But this year christmas sort of snuck up on me, because of my depressive bout (from like halfway through october until the beginning of december).
I gave one of my teachers a present for christmas, which I don't always do, unless I actually like that teacher. But anyways, we had a bit of a conversation which was nice because I feel like things actually got kind of awkward between us. I've known her for a while and she knows some of my family too (Which we recently established this fact).
I also got a letter from my grade 2/3 teacher which was nice. My mom sends out family letters and stuff, and we keep in contact with my grade 2/3 teacher because my mom used to babysit her daughter. She sent a letter back saying that she also ran a half-marathon recently, and she said that she went to nipissing for her BEd. Although I'm not sure if Nipissing is where I am going, anymore, because Trent has free tuition for my average (as long as my average stays up). That's besides the point, the point is that it was nice hearing from her!
P.S. I am an awesome cousin. I got my cousin actual things she would like, like a spy kit, and a nerf gun. I mean, she got a cell phone, and a camera for christmas. But she played with the nerf gun for like 2 hours. Cell phone? Not once. Camera? Her dad used it. See. I'm pretty awesome.
For christmas, I got a bunch of little/medium sized things, which was kind of nice. I got a globe (finally), a new alarm clock/iPod dock, a ton of workout stuff, a ton of chocolate, a "Yonanas" maker, some new blankets. Etc. It was a pretty good christmas. Other than the fact that pretty much everything I got my mom, she either already had, or got from someone else for christmas. For example: The electric screwdriver, water bottle and workout gloves I got her. Sigh.
Shit Shit Shit.
I have so many ideas of things to write about all of the time, in my blog. I feel like it's unprofessional to write about like 3-4 different things in 1 post though. Whatever.
I've come to the realization that I am pretty damned weird. Okay, I've known this forever. But I am not like the weird that is weird like wearing mustaches and singing and running through the halls at school. I'm weird like crazy artist weird. I'm not a crazy artist, though. But still, I just have abstract views, I act weird, and I talk about weird things. I mean, I've known of this for a very, very long time, but the thing is that I don't make new friends often so when I do, I start talking about weird random things then sort of think "Will they accept me for me?". I feel like asking myself this question goes against everything I believe in, but it is not a matter of changing myself for another person, it is more like me overanalyzing my relationships and trying to figure out if they will work.
I feel like the guy I like is too normal for me. I don't think he is really judgemental, but... I still don't know him all that well. We talk about the weirdest effing things, and have the weirdest inside jokes like the bird by the dumpster that teaches you how to speak bird so you can win cross country as well as the invisible dogs on my ceiling that shed on me. Oh goodness, that was hilarious. I'm going to tell that story so you get the context.
We were couch chilling, and I was wearing black pants, and so naturally, I got dog hair all over my pants. Somewhat unconsciously, I started picking it off and he was just like "What are you doing?" and I was like "Oh, I'm picking dog hair of my pants". Okay, this part is boring... anyways he tried to get me to stop and then eventually we just sat there and then somehow we started talking about how my dog sheds like several dogs and he was sarcastically like "No, you have several dogs in your house" and I said "All of the invisible ones".
Him: "Like the one on the ceiling fan over there?"
Me: "Oh no that's not a dog. They walk on the ceilings."
Him: "Invisible floating dogs on the ceiling?"
Me: "Yes, they're really annoying, they always shed on me."
This story was kind of dumb. Nevermind.
My WHOLE POINT of this rant/story is that even though we are weird together like that, I'm not sure that he can understand how I am weird philosophically and psychologically. But not that that matters right now.
I wonder if people actually read my whole blog posts. I wish people would comment so I knew who they were. I only know of a couple of people I know in real life that might read this. But I don't know who else does, because there are some people out there according to my statistics. Who here likes my messed up life? ME!!
Only me.
Goodbye.
Oh wait, check out I Love it- Icona Pop. This song is the best in the world.
K bye.
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