Registering for a summer term, it did not occur to me that I wouldn’t have TV to distract me. Okay, that’s partially untrue. I had May Sweeps to carry me through the month of May (dur), but after that, nothing. Nothing but reality show garbage. Except, my beloved So You Think You Can Dance. SYTYCD is, I believe, the one reality show that showcases real talent while others pale in comparison. I used to watch American Idol but then I stopped because I lost interest. After three seasons of SYTYCD, and now a fourth, I’m still watching.

Favourite partners: Twitch & Kherington, and Mark & Chelsie, and Katee & Joshua.

Other than SYTYCD, I haven’t been watching anything else. Which is blasphemy in my eyes, as I’m always at the television or on my computer watching missed episodes. I could be outside and enjoying the sun, but since the weather has been a horrible mess of rain and thunderstorms, I don’t see that happening until there are nice days (like yesterday, Happy Canada Day!).

Okay, to be honest, midterms have been over for more than a few weeks now, and I’m just able to write. Hmm. Living in a dump will do that to you.

I’ll get back to you with my creations, but do note that I really should be studying for my midterm tomorrow.

Things I did while laptop-less:

• read books
• did school work
• cleaned my room (finally)
• read more books
• stole the roommate’s laptop
• watched tv
• watched movies
• read more books
• did more school work

Now that I have a laptop again, I can do more of everything, as well as mindlessly surf the internet. Oh, laptop … how I have miss you.

I finished the first season of Life of Ryan. What is it with MTV shows and their ability to suck you right in? Ryan claimed to have “so much drama” in his life, and I assure you that I have more drama in my two hours of conversing with The Mother than he had in all eight episodes. Kid can skate, though. And buy his own house. I should be a pro skater.

I actually finished my last exam of the Winter 2008 term on Saturday, but it has been a whirlwind of celebration since then. Now that I am finished with exams and school (for the term), I have nothing to do but clean my room. Oh, and find a way back to the parents’ for a few days before the Spring term starts again.

Yeah, I’m crazy. I’ll be back in school for the summer for a full-time studies. That’s fine by me. I get to take some courses that I need to get out of the way, and have a fabulous summer with most of my friends.

Summer? Bring it on.

Some awesome shows to watch:

• How I Met Your Mother
• The Office
• Veronica Mars (yes, it’s over. Sadness.)
• Heroes
• LOST
• the list goes on and on

Yesterday, I spilled water three times. Once all over the desk, thankfully everything was saved. The second time was smaller, and everything was saved once again. The final time I spilled was on my laptop. Not a lot, but enough to make it go kaput and destroy the keyboard. Nothing is typing now, and I think I’m going to cry because of the high levels of stress that I am under at the moment.

I’m at the library, getting ready to study for exam number two which is in five hours.

I’ll have to go to the Apple Store if my laptop still isn’t working tonight.

It’s exam time, and I’ve been living on the seventh floor of this library for the past week. It’s been a roller coaster of fun.

I will be free on the nineteenth. The day cannot come any sooner.

Monday is my last test in Developmental Psychology, and I have to kick its ass in order to bring up my horrid mark. I came to the library to study, and what happens? My head nags me the whole time with a throbbing bellow of “You’re sick! You’re sick!” while my throat cackles evilly every time I swallow with piercing cries of “You’re sick! You’re sick!” My hands are cold, and that’s a sure sign that my body hates me as it sends all the warmth to the core; my extremities are usually warm but not when I’m sick.

Oh, and I have two final exams on Saturday. I haven’t started studying for those. Body, heal thyself!

I’ve been here for a solid four hours, and was planning on staying until dinnertime, but I think I need to listen to my body’s cries and go home. Some Magic Tylenol, and my warm, napping-welcome bed awaits me.

This textbook fails at defining the terms it bolds.

My desk is in tip-top condition, the floors are 90% cleared of garbage, and the “bookshelf” is organized. The only things remaining are: the top of my dresser where everything, including dust, has accumulated; the closet - it is full of laundry that needs being done; the remaining 10% of my floor right by my bed - all the things I have yet to put away because I don’t have any shelf space for them. Note to self: gather more milk crates to complete shelf unit.

People don’t seem to understand that I am perfectly fine with living in a messy room. As long as my desk and bed have space for me and my computer, I am content. It is an ordered chaos of sorts. Even when I only have a single path from my door to my bed, I know where everything is. I may have to dig through some things, but I know where things are. That is why my mom or grandmother never cleaned my room; if they did, I would not know where a single thing was. I get slightly anal about knowing where things are.

Funny story; my computer’s hard drive is very organized.

This weather is ridonkulous. End of story.

No, not the end.

My friend Tiffany pointed out that I love orzo. Yes, I love orzo. I was telling her how much I couldn’t wait to get home and make some for dinner tonight. Well, guess what? I made it as soon as I got home and had it for an early dinner. That’s right. Thank you to Katie’s momma for the fantabulous recipe. I used the rest of the parmesan cheese, sadly. I should just stop having orzo with parmesan cheese because I am (partially) lactose-intolerant. I like torturing myself, though, so I continue to enjoy dairy products as much as I can. Orzo is awesome. Period.

Also, today is Monday. Do you know what that means? Yes, it is How I Met Your Mother Day! Last week, Britney Spears showed her paparazzi-attacked face on the show, and did a pretty good job playing Sweet Abby. Sarah Chalke (of Scrubs fame), however, stole the show - yes, she had a bigger role, but seriously? She was awesome. The laugh? Awesome. Also, the slight possibility that she is the Mother? Amazing. Apparently, tonight, we see more of Barney. I’ve missed Swarley. Last week’s episode was definitely missing the group as a whole, so I’m hoping tonight with be full of awesomeness.

Oh. Not finished cleaning room. I started yesterday, and paused to play games. I’m nearly done. Honest.

I believe that when exams roll around, it is essential to find as many ways to distract yourself from studying. Studying causes stress, and a stressful exam period is not helpful to the process of passing. Of course, passing your finals is what the goal is so studying a few days before the final is what I do every term.

I realize that I make no sense, and it’s probably because I am coming down with a cold and my throat is shot. Swarley says that finals will be legen … wait for it …

The whole day was full of me complaining about how full of fail my life was. Sorry to my lovely friends in the office. Honestly, and truly. It was a combination of being stressed over writing a reflective paper in less than four hours, and feeling like I was crammed into a tiny, claustrophobia-inducing box for an extended period of time. I guess that’s what I get for putting off a paper that was given to me a month prior, and for going to a dance on a Monday night, and staying until 1:30 in the morning. To be fair, though, I helped to run the dance, so I had to stay to clean up. Oh, waking up feeling hungover even though I didn’t have any alcohol to drink was another indication of fail (clearly I was dehydrated from too much fun).

The weather gets an A+ for fail. It snowed today.

I did some extremely difficult calculations, and came up with this equation:
Eunice + Life = Fail

Then, I found out that my Developmental Psychology test marks were out. Did some equation rewriting:
Eunice + Life = Not So Fail

I still need sleep, though.

Whatever. I’m pretty handy in the kitchen. I can think on my feet. I’m a smart, creative student too lazy to go back out to the grocery store to grab more food - after all, I’m poor and have less than $10 left in my bank account.

So, what do I do in the middle of the night when I can’t order in pizza from that pizza place that’s open until 5 a.m.? Throw together some leftovers, of course.

Made from:

• The last two slices of French crusty bread from the bakery section of the grocery store. I was actually saving them in the freezer for a delicious grilled cheese sandwich at lunchtime another day, but hey, the stomach spoke.
• The last bit of salsa that was on the border of being too old. Or well, “too old” in that I am not a fan of the excessive alcohol-y (yeah, I know, right?) taste from too much fermentation.
• The last of my pasta sauce (well, the opened one).
• Homemade, pre-cooked hamburgers. My grandmother made a tonne of patties for me and my brother, and these had been sitting in the freezer for a few days already.
• Chipotle BBQ Sauce. Oh god, Chelsea’s friend bought this when they made ribs the weekend before, and seriously? Heavenly sauce. So good. I crumbled the burgers, and poured the BBQ sauce on them while heating them in the frying pan.
• A single slice of real cheddar cheese.

Made from:

• Butterfly cut chicken breast, seasoned with grilling salt
• Chipotle BBQ Sauce
• Crushed Special K because I wanted some crunchiness, but failed with timing because well, I should have baked it if I wanted crunchiness. It was still delicious.
• Orzo cooked in chicken broth (taken from Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup since I had no actual broth leftover), parmesan cheese, and basil - recipe care of roommate’s mother.

You would think that I would get delicious food whenever I come home - considering the fact that my mother is a caterer (yes, for funeral receptions, so she really only does sandwiches and fruit platters, etc., but she is a pretty awesome cook/chef/food person). Well, you’re wrong. In the past three and a half days, I have had ramen thrice, microwavable personal pizzas thrice, I made dinner once, and well, I made lunch twice. Seriously. I eat better back when I’m at school than when I’m back at my parents’ even though they nag me every time I’m on the phone with them about eating healthily.

1. Watch the latest episode of LOST
2. Catch up to LOST, starting from the pilot
3. Come up with some theories for LOST
4. Go on an Easter Egg Hunt
5. Be jealous of those on America’s Best Dance Crew
6. Try and setup OpenVPN on your Mac
7. Realize that it’s a waste of time trying to setup OpenVPN
8. Refresh your RSS feeds
9. Refresh your RSS feeds again
10. Stay up until 3:30 am chatting with your friend
11. Figure out what to write about
12. Don’t write the paper
13. Go to sleep

If you didn’t come here via me messaging you with my latest attempt at blogging (as doubtful as it may be) you have no idea who I am. I’m perfectly fine with that, but common courtesy dictates that I let you know something about me.

Hi, I’m Eunice.

There.

Fine.

I’m a sophomore in college, going for a B.Sc. in Psychology because I want to help change the world. Really. Believe it. I’m Canadian (me saying “college” earlier was not entirely correct - up here, we say “university”) so I will definitely spell words like “colour”, “honour”, “neighbour”, et al. correctly. Other words will probably be misspelled because I have a nasty habit of letting my fingers fing before I can tell them to fing. I live in a university town, not too far from a big city. It’s fun times living in my very own bubble. I have no idea what I want to do with my life (that’s not what I tell my parents who still believe that I will get into medical school and become a psychiatrist) and am constantly trying to convince myself that I will know what I want to be doing with my life eventually.

To summarize: I am a Big Ball O’ Fail.