seperation is a good thing

Call me a baby, but I think that the 'section plate' is the best invention for the kitchen since the sink. See the way that each section holds its food and stops it from running into eachother? It's a beautiful thing. It is a personal pet peeve, actually, labelling it a pet peeve is being to kind... I hate it when the my food touches and nothing repulses me more than potatoey peas. Years of watching my dad and brothers pile all their supper items together and topping it off with apple sauce has forever scared me.

So you think of all people, Robyn would be sympathetic to my cause. But apparently she has a very twisted sense of humour. The other day when Angie made us a wonderful supper I kindly asked Robyn to scoop me up some potatoes. This ended up being a big mistake because she plopped them right on top of my all my vegetables!!! So I had to quickly do damage control and save my potatoes from being infected by lima beans But alas! I did not save them all. One of my last bites of potates included a lima bean *shudder*. Robyn thought it was quite a hilarious situation, I did not.

Other than this unfortunate episode life has been treating me well. I can't believe that there is only 15 more days of classes, eeeek. I have quite a bit to get done before April is allowed to come. So if all of the sudden I seem to have dropped off the face of the earth, it is probably because I have in order to escape my work load and responsibilities. Speaking of being responsible, I should probably head to to bed so that I can function tomorrow.

nothing rhymes with orange

Fact: In the English language there is no word that rhymes with orange.
False: Three oranges a day will keep the doctor away.

I bet you are asking yourself, "What's with the oranges?" Well, last week in my grocery shopping endeavor I bought a whole box of oranges because they were on sale. The bright sign below the stand distracted my thought process and I did not consider the fact that oranges go bad at a rapid rate. So now I am eating an abundance of oranges and if you come over to my house I will most likely share them with you or throw them at you. However, here is the catch. You would think that because I am overdosing on Vitamin C I would have an immune system stronger than the Wall of China. Nope, I am currently on the verge of a nasty cold, my throat is scratchy and my head feel like a balloon. I want a refund.

Speaking of refunds, I want a refund on the weather. There is a myth that is going around called Global Warming. Don't believe it. It is March 8th and I can barley see out of my window due to snow. Last time I checked snow doesn't fall in warm weather. Last night Robyn and I got stuck in our driveway 3 times, all at one time (yes, this is possible). In between the 2nd and 3rd time I just collapsed and shook my fists at the heavens, it was quite dramatic. I used to like snow. I liked it when it meant sledding, making snowman, and getting snow days, not shovelling out the driveway. Although, I shouldn't really complain because today a very, very, very, very, very, very, nice man came and ploughed it for us. And when I am really honest with myself, I do still have a soft spot for snow. Infact I am going to make a snowman family tomorrow. Maybe I'll use orange peels for the eyes.

consider the ravens

There is nothing like a steaming cup of tea in your favourite mug after a long day of HALO. Yes, I just said long day of HALO, eew. For my Intramurals class one of the requirements is organizing a tourney. We decided on a HALO tournament because we knew that if all else failed at least people would still come out, and by people I mean guys.

Have you ever sat on a couch watching your friends play video games as wondered “What’s the big deal?” Today, I got a little taste of the big deal, although I cannot and will never claim to understand it. According to a new study, I never will and it’s not my fault. They took 22 young volunteers — half men, half women — and had them play a game as an M.R.I. machine looked at what was happening in their brains. The study found that in the men, there was much more activity in the mesocorticolimbic system (James and Jordan that was for you). When guys play the games, a part of the brain involved in feelings of reward and addiction becomes much more activated than it does in us girls. So there you go, that’s the big deal.

For the last couple of days our house hasn’t has internet. I would love to able to blame it on Bell or even a faulty internet signal because of snow squalls. But the truth is it was a result of a chair race. One pleasant Wednesday afternoon, Robyn and I decided to race our two wheely chairs around the kitchen table. Robyn wanted a best out of 3, because I ended up winning the first one. On the third race, I was clearly in lead when in desperation Robyn threw the internet chords in my pathway. My race chair’s wheels got tangled in them and I screeched to a sudden stop. Let’s just say I am thankful that it was only our internet that suffered damage and that the modem comes with a warrantee that covers domestic acts of violence.

I usually don’t get caught up in the whole ‘RRRRole Up the Rim to Win’ craze, but this year I decided to at least give it a try. As we speak I am 2 for 3, once upon a time I was 2 for 2 and those were the glory days. The next cup I get will probably win me the boat. I can’t wait.

School work wise, this has been a pretty hectic week. Oh how I love the academic world. There is nothing like sitting in class and having a revelation or a remembrance that you have an assignment due the next class. Oh man, I think I really should start using my agenda.

Student Senate elections are going on as I speak (or write) and it is my job to run them. For the first time here at Redeemer Katrina VandenBerg is not running for Senate. It kinda feels weird, but also good, so good.

I just realized how random this was. Oops. Hopefully you could follow my trains of thought. I swear when I was writing they all connected somehow. I guess the title of this post will be random too, the title of the song I am listening too. "I love it its random like freestyling its random."