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, 18 February 2013

We Bought a Zoo!

Well... we didn't so much as buy as we did sign a one-year lease. And its not so much as a zoo as it will be once we move in. WE FOUND A HOUSE!!

Mario, Luigi, Stitch and I signed a lease for a 4-bedroom house on Tuesday. :)

We looked at 2 houses before deciding on this house. The first one we saw was a bit further from the school, owned by a Jacky and Gina. I thought that it was a lesbian couple who was making a living renting out houses to students in the area (which is what a lot of the house owners in this area do). I thought it would be interesting having 2 females as landlords, and maybe, just maybe, it would be kept up better because we all know girls are better at keeping up a house than their male counterparts. When we got there at the time we were told to meet, there were plenty of other people there too. Turned out to be an open house and  we would have to apply to be chosen to live there because it wasn't first-come-first-serve. That was weird. Then, a big Asian man came up to us and was asking us if we had any questions. It dawned on me it wasn't Jacky girl, it was JACKY CHAN. I couldn't understand a word he was saying through his super thick accent, so it was a good thing we had Stitch there to translate the accent for us. This language barrier was the first turn-off. Nothing against Asians, but in my experiences with landlords, even the plain old white trash ones, they ignore your emails and make up ridiculous excuses for your requests, and I didn't want 'I no understand' to be another excuse. 

The next turn off was the fact that every single bedroom was locked so we couldn't see in them. That was probably for the better because I saw the common living rooms and with the state of them, I would be afraid to see their own bedrooms. There were half drank beer bottles and dirty dishes in the basement, and a really dirty weird disgusting chore wheel upstairs. I wish I took a picture of that, but anyways. You would think that things like those would be cleaned up for a showing, even if it is just a student house. You could tell that Jacky Chan didn't like the people living there, but the only way to get a different set of student that wouldn't tolerate those living conditions, would be to show the house to those students as the audience, so CLEAN UP!

The trip there and back with the boys was nice, though. We bonded. *how cute*

The house we signed for is owned by a lovely family who lives 20 minutes away. It is a large family of tradesmen so they said if we have any problems, someone could be here right after their work day, or if its an emergency then sooner (obviously). When we showed up, the 4 of them (A&M and their 2 kids) were chipping away at the ice in the driveway because they like to come and help out every once in a while. But they also have 'the inlaws' come in once a month to clean stuff like the baseboards so they don't get grimy, and for minor inspections that might need doing. She said they like to do pop-in visits to make sure that we are doing okay, but often bring goodies too. She constantly said that she wishes that the guys cleaned up a bit better before she took us through probably because there was a random sock on the stairs, but that was all. The carpet in the basement was a bit 'worn' but she insisted that it would be changed. 

How amazing. 

Right now I am paying rent to a corporation who runs the building I am in. Said corporation told me last week when we had a giant snow storm, that they would not be coming around to shovel and remove snow until `later`. But, hello, school was not cancelled and because I pay land fees, I don't have a shovel. We had go to class in snow up to our knees or higher down a flight of stairs and along the sidewalk until we got to the cleared road. But yet they salt the path if it is bright and sunny in July. Unbelievable. 


Darn good and sure of it,


Thursday, 7 February 2013

Blood: It's In You For A Reason

Yesterday in my Hematology lab, I wasn't feeling very well, then I got very close to passing out. Although it happens to me a lot in the summer with the heat, I don't know why it happened yesterday! I used to play with blood from my family members when I would steal my little brothers toy microscope, and we dissected a lot of frogs, sunfish and even a mole my father hit with a shovel by an accident once so I don't think I am 'queasy' when it comes to working with blood. When I was 16, I even crashed into a tree when I was dirt biking and the blood was pouring down my leg. But a tree causing me to bleed is natural, so are frogs, fish, and ground-pests (even if it is unnatural to play with them like we did).   

My blood must have saw the other blood and thought it was next so it ran away... away from my brain to the safety of my insides. I don't know.

I feel like you need your blood inside of you to survive. Last year, we had to do POCT fingerstick glucose readings (like the ones that diabetics have to do ever 5 minutes) and my blood ran so far away from my finger that even the professor couldn't milk any blood from it.Then she looked at me and I was clenching my arm so hard with my other hand that she told me I could make it fall off. That was a tiny lancet prick on my finger, imagine the drama of me getting my blood drawn from my arm. I can't imagine that, that is why it has never happened.

I have a solution to my irrational attitude that I will die if someone takes any of my blood. My sister, Jean, who is also paranoid, and I are going to volunteer for Canadian Blood Services this summer. Once I see all the people faint when their life gets drawn from their veins, I will realize that I was just so overreacting and I should go back to the MLA who tried with no success to draw blood on me when I was 5. The goal by the end of the summer is for Jean to donate blood. If she survives, it will allow someone else to survive as well from the donation she made. 

I cant commit to donating blood by then. I will do a fingerstick glucose reading instead.

Darn good and sure of it,


Monday, 4 February 2013

Impending Doom of Food Poisoning

I learned something very valuable today, I thought I would share it with whoever reads my blog, including me every few months when I run out of other things to do when procrastinating.

I was at the library all day working hard and studying. I came home and I was starving. I swear my stomach was eating itself and I was internally bleeding and I was going to pass out from hypoglycemia after all my limbs fell off and I went brain dead. Dramatic, but hungry.

I took out a piece of chicken that you cook from frozen for 30 minutes in the oven, then I partitioned off my baking tray and put some sweet potato in with it. 30 minutes later, I made my plate and ate up. Half way through eating my chicken, I realized it was still cold in the middle. It was still a good 75% cold.

Damn. I was so hungry, I didn't even bother to kill the campylobacter and salmonella off my chicken before inhaling it. Now, because I was rushing so much because (a) have to study and (b) because I didn't eat all day, I have been put back with the great regret that I may get food poisoning.

Man, I'm clearly not the brightest.

Today I learned you have to have balance in your life. Equal parts studying, sleeping and eating. If anything gets out of balance, you could die. Die of food poisoning. Dramatic, but seriously.

That would be a horrible death. I hope, over the years, I have built up my immunity to things like this. I hope I will be okay... I spent 18 years of my life eating my mother's cooking and I survived.

Darn good and sure of it,


Sunday, 3 February 2013

Superb*wl Sunday

The weirdest thing in the world, to me, is the fact that right now, 50 billion people are eating crap food, chiming "OHHHH" every 2 minutes and joyously cheering when boys in tights carry their balls to the other end of a field. Explain football to a bunch of aliens, and that would secure our planet from being taken over...no one wants to be around that. 99% of the people watching this game right now have no idea what is going on on the screen, but they do know that Uncle Jimmy or their friend Fred should start balancing all the beer they drank with some more chicken wings and potato wedges. It is rare to find a Canadian that actually follows football. Most don't watch it any other day of the year, and will be complaining tomorrow about what they ate today and wont be able to get up for work in the morning.

I am not giving in to this social convention of turning on my TV to watch this game. I am one of those people who do not understand football in the slightest.

Apparently my roommate, Jillian doesn't share this view of lunatics tuning in to watch leotards and over-anticipated commercials, and she would probably be offended that I grouped her with the 'lunatics'. However, she is sitting on the couch watching football and painting her nails. Really, all she is doing is painting her nails and contributing to the rating people will "ooo and aahh" at tomorrow.

I wont be surprised, though. Mostly because I don't care.

This is what I'm doing...
Goodnight Superb*wl Sunday!!

Darn good and sure of it,