Your Hidden Talent

You are both very knowledgeable and creative. You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential. Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them. As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.

What Your Underwear Says About You

You tend to buy new underwear instead of doing laundry. You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.

Your Inner Child Is Happy

You see life as simple, and simple is a very good thing. You're cheerful and upbeat, taking everything as it comes. And you decide not to worry, even when things look bad. You figure there's just so many great things to look forward to.

better get ready to head to class now... can't say that I really want to head out in this weather though. At least my inner child is happy.

from an exercise we did in class on Friday with old newspaper articles. None of the words are my own, just the arrangement. Mmmsillynessatschool.

Hot Air on Parliamnet Hill
Ottawa
Throws Eternal flame
Natural gas
Superficial burns
Parliament building
Did not appear to be serious
Ottawa taken for treatment

today, I will:
- complete my poetry lesson plan to hand in tomorrow
- find the materials I need for my Islam and the Middle East unit plan (and write the damned thing)
- get caught up on all of my reading
- shower
- get groceries
- go to word on the street
- world peace, because it's as likely as the last two (or one, certainly)

So there you go. Just in case you wondered what dark hole I've fallen down, voila. I have no life so to speak at the moment, but I'm learning things, surviving, and making gradual progress.

If demand for such information continues, my next post may feature some form of a birthday wishlist -- it's just that so far I haven't gotten father than an 8th day in the week.

I got a message that said that the other day, and it's wasn't inaccurate. I haven't had time to do pretty much anything except school. Fortunaltely, school's going well so far. I borrowed a couple of books from a friend who I haven't seen in awhile, but who did this prgram last year. She said, tell all your friends you'll see them in a year. Well now, that's a bit depresing isn't it? But I have to wonder, because the week of my birthday, which is also the week of thanksgiving and of the canadian festival of spoken word (right here in Vancouver!) I have soemthign like a quarter million assignments due, and a big presentation. bleh.

did you know that almost all of our scientific data on adolecence comes from the work of a creepy guy traumatizing abused orphans in the UK in the 70s by studying them for years including constantly photographing their chests and genitals? I get the heebies just thinking about it. Not worth the science if you ask me. He said it was because kids in state orphanages were the only ones he could be guarenteed consistant access to, but the kids weren't allowed to not participate either.

and I'm still tired. I still don't know how I'm supposed to get work done when I'm ALWAYS in class. I already know this weekend will be way too short. see everyone in a year.

just gone 7 and I'm up and having breakfast (sort of). It's hard to be hungry first thing when you wake up, and smart not to eat too much before going on a long b-line ride with a few hundred cell phone-yacking, giddy first years who can't yet distinguish asses from mouths, not even their own. Not that all first years are like that, by any stretch; it's just a virtual inevitability that that's the kind that will end up on MY bus.

To all the rest of you joining me in this back-to-school thing today, good luck and godspeed, someday we'll all be free AND smart.

told you so. 

like Tuesdays. No matter what I do or how much I try to object, Tuesday is coming, and so I've given up fighting it. Tuesday, you win. Out come the fall shirts, out come the socks, dust off the schoolbag, going to have to find some paper. It's practically Eeyore goes back to school over here, as my plans for the afternoon should definitely include eating thistle. I'm constructing the identity of a teacher ed student. If I had a basement, that's where I'd store her until Tuesday, but since I don't, she occasionally slips out and starts running the show early. She is poised and slightly better dressed than me, and she also knows how to make teenagers do homework. She's almost finished and ready for beta testing.

I saw sin city again yesterday and thought about how much fun it would be to direct a movie like that, where every shot is so perfect and beautiful. But then again, the story is pretty grim. I have decided I'd make a great socialite though, because there are lots of wonderful people I could easily do coffee and lunch with often enough to fill the days without ever working. Maybe I'll set up a pay-pal account for the "Make Sasha a Wealthy Socialite" fund.

Okay, so I'm not quite resigned yet...

She's leaving home after plenty of years -- Katia moves to Victoria this weekend. 

It's not that I so badly don't want to go back to school that I'd start making soul-related bargains for another week of respite, just that I don't have much else to offer in trade at the moment. I know I'm whining, but mentally, I see my life, and five days from now I see a brick wall. That's where it ends. Everyone say buh-bye to Sasha's social life...