Leeuwenhoek had stolen and peeped into the fantastic sub-visible world of little things, creatures that had lived, had bred, had battled, had died, completely hidden from and unknown to all men from the beginning of time. Beasts these were of a kind that ravaged and annihilated whole races of men ten million times larger than they were themselves. Beings these were, more terrible than fire-spitting dragons or hydra-headed monsters. They were silent assassins that murdered babies in warm cradles and kings in sheltered places. It was this invisible, insignificant, but implacable-and sometimes friendly- world Leeuwenhoek had looked into for the first time of all men of all countries. ~Microbe Hunters
Monday, 31 October 2011
Right now I am procrastinating doing 2 projects and studying for 2 midterms and practicing for my practical exam this afternoon. Gaww. With so many things pulling you in opposite directions, it is really hard to stay true to who you are. I love my family and friends and I dont want to lose them in my work. I know a lot of people who have lost their social life and can never go home because there is just too much work to be done that they have no time for visits.
The varying dificulties in University programs really sucks. All my roommates party all the time and complain to me about boys and that they have a midterm next week that they arent ready for. My head thinks: wtf I have had 2 midterms this week and didnt sleep last night worrying about my dad-the only man I can possibly make room for in my life right now. I must stay strong for my roommates though. Girls are dumb and need constant reassuring. I guess I do too, but I cant get it from them, because I don't feel like I have time to.
I never considered myself a jealous type of person, but living with a houseful of carefee students and me struggleing with school/money/friends/family makes me jealous, I guess. Coming from a happy small town, my whole family was ignorant about University and what comes with it. My parents not being able to help me financially, has just made me more proud of them for raising me to be someone who can support herself. I thank them for not paying for me, because I feel like I have more thn my 'spoilled' counterparts.
The parents of my bestest fwiend in my house seriously offered to pay my utility bills (her grandmother won the lottary), but I couldnt accept. I cant even tell my parents that happened, because I know that would break their hearts for someone to offer. They would definitely feel like her parents think they are bad parents. I love my parents, and I would never want them to feel like that.
That being said, I value money like crazy. $45/ month for groceries is sufficing, if I only get the necessities. It also means that if I happen to fail out, (I really am trying not to), all my precious money went to waste. No degree, and a competition to get a job flipping burgers or cleaning toilets. I dont want that life. I want so bad to be a Lab Technologist in a remote area in northern Canada. My grandmother used to always tell me, "Pressure makes diamonds". I dont want diamonds, I want a break.
I just want to know how this all turns out. I want to know if I can succeed. I want someone to tell me I can do it.
Darn stressed and sure of it,
Friday, 28 October 2011
In my work boots and dirty old plaid shirt we left our small town and into the big city lights where there are more people, none of which rep-ing the dirtness. Sadface. Moma-the-meatloaf dropped me off at the haircutters’ restaurant (apparently I don’t get out much and don’t know the correct terminology…the salon) and I awaited my one-on-one scissor time with a stranger's scissors very close to my jugular…
Procrastination time is up, peeps. Next time: Hairstylists small talk 101
Darn good and sure of it,
Leeuwenhoek had stolen and peeped into the fantastic sub-visible world of little things, creatures that had lived, had bred, had battled, had died, completely hidden from and unknown to all men from the beginning of time. Beasts these were of a kind that ravaged and annihilated whole races of men ten million times larger than they were themselves. Beings these were, more terrible than fire-spitting dragons or hydra-headed monsters. They were silent assassins that murdered babies in warm cradles and kings in sheltered places. It was this invisible, insignificant, but implacable-and sometimes friendly- world Leeuwenhoek had looked into for the first time of all men of all countries.-Micro.but.all.hates.yee textbook
Okay so normally, I give people their privacy and look past their procrastinations on their computer screens on those times I have to book it to class and have to sit at the back. Today, as my eyes were drifting from the anal happening in front of me (anal=anal chemisgay=analytical chemistry), my eyes were drawn to a young man researching Hitler. A part of me wondered if I should run, the other part of me wants to ask him to marry me.
I have denoted that this is because there is more ‘knocking up’ than there are ‘falling downs’. Why must we have high suicide rate to get a break. Right now, I support communism- equal rights all around, and I want a slack week. The guy sitting in front of me might have something going for him. Perhaps it will not be a suicide that gets us a reading week, but a mass genocide. I’m by no means supporting ‘go commit suicide so I can have reading week’ or ‘let’s go mass murder a group of people so I can have a reading week’ but rather suggesting to look it up;)
To all my bruthas out there super stressed, I hope this can cheer you up for a while. Bring it home and impress your family and friends on Christmas- the next time you head on home since we are lacking a reading week:
“Life can be a bitch sometimes, but if it were easy, it would be called a slut.”
Darn good and sure of it,