"This news shocked me too when my brain first reported it."
- Myself

Thursday, December 4, 2008


this is the last time I'll be able to post before I'm off for the holidays. I'm going home tonight, and tomorrow afternoon mom's driving me back so I can take my last exam.

My monitor is driving me crazy. It keeps flickering darker and brighter, the bottom left corner is like, perma-dark, and it flickers really fast DX I might have a seizure. Baaah. Lappytop! Why are you letting me down so suddenly?!

Ah well. Anyways, I'm fairly certain I passed my Plant ID final exam (which was, as it turns out, worth 20%). And I got my final project back for that class and I got a 98%, so that's good. The only marks I lost were on formatting, because apparently, according to my teacher, titles are only supposed to have capital letters at the very start and no where else >3> ...wtf man. Ah well. Still got a 98% so I'm not gonna bitch.

Anyways, nearly three days and no nail biting, yaay!
And Jess; nailpolish doesn't work. Even that highly-toxic looking chrome nail polish didn't stop me when I tried to stop, way back in the day.
Instead I got this raunchy nail biting stuff tah goes on invisible but smells like rotton bananas and tastes like I wanna shoot myself. Yeah, that bad. It even lingers to the point where a litre of gingerale took absolutely none of the nasties away off my tongue. It makes me not want to put my hands anywhere near my mouth. Yeah.

Anyways, I'm off then. since I probably won't post between now and Jan. 8th (day I'm back at school) have a goof holiday, guys =3

PS if you need to contact me at all during the holidays, my home phone number is still
519-882-3999 and my cell is... er... holp up lemme check...

So yeah. whenever you guys are off and wanna call me try those numbers out. If I'm not home, you'll probably get me on my cell-o-fone. If that doesn't work either, leave a message on my cell and I'll call ye back probably not too much later, yup. =3 'cause seriously, I wanna see you guys - all of you guys - at least ONCE over the holidays.

BYE! <3

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

no bacon u no bite ur nialz!!!!1

After showering and then sprucing p my blog a little (and putting on some clean socks, my feets are feeling happies), I feel a bit better. Not by much, but this feeling of angst is no longer so interollerable. I feel like "let's just get this over with" instead of "I wanna curl up to sleep and never wake up again (except for Christmas)".

But yeah, anyways, the point in this entry:

I'm trying to stop biting my nails. Again. Just like I did about two years ago around this time (remember when I was so proud that my nail could touch the table when I poked it with my finger? yeah, that didn't last long...)
And I have decided that, as extra motivation, I will count how many days I've been "bite free". So far it's three. If I can make it to 30, I'll do something rewarding. Like, maybe I'll put off getting that Star Wars game until I haven't made my fingers bleed for a month straight. Haha, yeah, there's motivation! (But... I dunno... if I could take having to wait for Kit Fisto... I mean... Star Wars that long). And then, if I can make it, say, another 20 or 30 days, I'll do something epic, like donate $100 bucks or something to like breast cancer research or something. And then, if I can go even longer, I'll do something OUTRAGEOUS and CRAZY! (say the last three words in Scat Cat's voice (yes, the jazz musician from the Aristocats) ...liiike... dye my hair green? X3 I dunno. Haven't thought it trough entirely yet, but these are ideas I'm playing with. i need motivation to not bite my nails, and I need motivation to STAY not biting them. Because seriously, it's getting. so. painful. DX

but yeah.

bed time, then up in the morning to study/cram for Plant ID before exam.



FUCK YOU MONITOR. WHY IS THE LEFT HALF (spec. bottom corner) GONE ALL DARK?! FUCK! WHY DO YU FLICKER AND SUCK SO MUCH?! o_o the rest of my lappytop is still like, perfectly. o_o why the most important paaaaart?

PS The lyrics that are now at the top/bottom/title of my blog are from the song "Promise Broken" by Deric Ruttan. Such a pretty song <3

-sighs heavily-

Y'know... that feeling you get sometimes... where you just want to go home, curl up in your blankets, and sleep for a month or two?

...That's how I feel right now. I'm not just tired physically, I'm tired mentally, and probably emotionally as well (though I'm not sure, as my emotions are never very prominent and even when they are they're so incredibly lacking). I just want to go home and just not exist to the world for a while. It would be so, so nice...

i know I gotta study for plant ID tomorrow, but I just can't do so. I finally convinced myself to, and as I was flipping through the pictures and notes, and only really focusing on memorizing botanical names, I just... couldn't do it. It wasn't that I couldn't focus, it's just that it felt like a waste of time. My brain just didn't want to absorb anything.

So now I'm posting about my depression in my blog... dear gods I'm turning into quite the angsty little emo...

This exam, which everyone (even the teacher) had been saying was only worth 10%, well... tonight at supper I mentioned it and a girl at our table who was, apparently, a second year Horticulture student just looked at me as if I was the biggest idiot ever and said "No, the final exam is worth 20% or 25% or something." I asked her if she was sure, because even Lowen had told us that it was only ten percent. She just kept staring at me (Good grief, I wanted to punch her), and just nodded.

And now I'm so confused.

I can't find my class mark breakdown sheet thing we got on the first day ANYWHERE, so I'm pretty much well almost freaking out here. If it is worth 20-25%, and I've spent the past two weeks trying to keep myself BREATHING by reminding myself it's only 10%... well, let's just say if these palpitations get any worse my heart murmur is gonna cause some shit, and I'll be in the hospital. Which won't be so bad, because then I won't have to write this omgit'sgonnakillme exam.

So yeah. Trying to study, not working. I just wanna go home and sleep the rest of my life away (except maybe wake up for Christmas). Because seriously, this shit fucking sucks. I hate this program.

I tell my mom at least once a week that I'm unhappy here, that although the classes are educational and I don't mind them, I just hate the overall program. It's getting worse and worse as I go, too, and I often try to talk to my mother about how I don't like it here. Each time I try to talk to her all serious about this, she just laughs and goes "Yooouuu liike it theeereee. Besides, everyone else tells me they hear you like it there!"

"Yeah, mom, because I lie to them so they won't be all concerned and asking all these stupid questions and trying to comfort me. I'm not happy when I'm there."

And, of course, she keeps going on and laughing like I'm just joking or something. wtf. srsly, woman. Hear me out, even just once. Why do you think I like coming home on the weekends? Certainly not to see you. I come home because I prefer you and your cruel, upsetting disbelief of my words to Ridgetown. ...Yeah, it's that bad.

but anyways, I've ranted long enough. I'm going to go over my plant list again, get some sleep, and set my alarm for an hour earlier. Because fuck this, I'll get a good night's sleep and do my studing/cramming in the morning.

Night, all. -sighs heavily-

Wish me luck.

Exam update!

My exams:
Monday: Soil Principles, 9am-11am, RDC Building Gym.
Tuesday: Applied Mathematics, 9am-11am, RDC Building Gym.
Wednesday: Applied Plant Sciences, 9am-11am, RDC Building Gym.

Thursday: Plant Identification I, 9am-11am, Agronomy Building room 126
Computer Applications I, 10.30am-12pm, Reek Building room 110
Friday: Landscape Management, 2pm-4pm, RDC Building Gym

So I'm half done, and now the only really difficult exam I have left is Plant ID. That's the one I'm fretting. I was getting all worked up about it, but then I realized something... every test in that class is worth 12% of my final mark. My final exam is... 10%. So really, I can be MORE relaxed about this than I was about the tests. As long as I just go over the 150 plants I learned this semester I should be alright, just so I can get a refresher on some of the botanical names.

But yeah. Plant Science was thankfully on the easy side, and I didn't need the full 2 hours at all (only took me half an hour, haha).

But yeah. Computers should be easy, but I'm still "wtf"ing over the fact it runs into my Plant ID time DX As for Landscape management, well, I'm not sure what to expect from that one. That class is one of those classes that no amount of studying could prepare you for. And while you're writing tests for that class, you have SOME idea of what the answer should be, and once you narrow it down a bit it's up to guessing (and I'm not just saying that, it's like that for everyone in the class). So it's not hard, but it's not easy. It's... indeterminate. Yes, that's a good word. Indeterminate.

But only two more days and I can go home. -exhales-

Okay, one more day. I'm going home tomorrow night, for the annual CWL skit night! Gods, I'm so excited for that. Pot luck supper, silent auction, penny sale, but most of all the SKITS! Gods, those ladies are so funny. If it ran for more than two or three hours I don't care, I'd still sit there and watch. They're awesome, and they're hilarious.

But anyways, mom said she could drive me back up on friday for my two o'clock exam, then she was going to go to Chattam, and come back whenever she was done there (probably around the same time I'd be done).

But yeah. After friday, if I even have my laptop here then, don't expect any updates from me for like, a month XD Unless I can get my dial-ups to likes blogger, which every attempt to do so has thus far failed. Ah well.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008


It's looking through galleries like this one that remind me of just how much I love Trinity Blood. Not only is the art freakin' amazing, but I love pretty much well all of the characters. (some more than others, obviously) and flipping through this gallery made me realize that Seth is my favourite character, art-wise. Fighting-wise, I'm pinned to Father Hugh for life X3 <3 ...plot-wise, I'd have to say I like Father Abel. Personality-wise, Sister Noel gets it hands down. I was so sad when she died. T_T so sad. Humor-wise, the professor gets it, fo sho. For being all around badass, well, that's Father Tres - I mean, c'mon, robot priests? ftw! For being KICK-ass I'd have to go with Asta. The character I still hate most and always shall hate most is Ester. Seriously. I hatehatehate Ester. For my favourite sibs, i'll go with the only Sibs - Cain, Abel, and Seth. (haha, I know, their names are funnier. It's funnier in the end when Cain kills Abel.)

From left to right we've got Fr. Abel (silver hair), Fr. Tres (short brown hair), Lady Catarina (the Cardinal (red robes)), Sister Kate (brown hair, lol she's a hologram), Sister Noel (black hair), Father Hugh (-squeals and wriggles-), Fr. holyshitIcan'trememberhisname (shaggy black hair, looks like a convict 'cause he was one), The professor (dude with the pipe), and Fr. shitcan'trememberhisnameeither.

But yeah. For girls Seth, Sister Noel, Asta and Lady Catarina are ftw. For guys, Fr. Hugh, Fr. Abel, the prof, Fr. holyshitIcan'trememberhisname, super-bishounen-guy-that-tries-to-kill-Catarina, and I suppose Cain are ftw. For robots, obvious, Tres! XD

Seth! <3

Faaaaathhheeerrrrr Huuuuuggggghhhhh! It's because of him that ep. 6 is my favorite episode. X3 He's WAY too kickass. <3 <3 <3

I'm going to go back to looking through this gallery. Trinity Blood's artwork is almost as amazing as it's plot, and not quite as amazing as it's characters. <3 (but it does do them justice)

Monday, December 1, 2008


Gaia beat you toooo iiiiiiit~

Novels, Exams and Beer! Oh my, indeed.

Had I been able to have Sunday to my onesy self, I would have been able to finish. But alas, as soon as church was out, parental units decided to take me out for brunch. So, being out of the house from about 8.45 til about 1.00 took a heavy toll on my time. Then, we had the Verberne family Christmas party at 2.00 (first one in ten years, kinda important to go, y'know?) and didn't get home until 11.00, at which point I promptly went to bed because I had an exam today (I didn't even drink, tcch!)

Which resulted in a final word count of 26,000 (never got to update it on the site).

Which sucks ass. I was so sure I coulda done it this year. f@#$ing Ridgetown.

My exams:
Monday: Soil Principles, 9am-11am, RDC Building Gym. (COMPLETED!)
Tuesday: Applied Mathematics, 9am-11am, RDC Building Gym.
Wednesday: Applied Plant Sciences, 9am-11am, RDC Building Gym.
Thursday: Plant Identification I, 9am-11am, Agronomy Building room 126
Computer Applications I, 10.30am-12pm, Reek Building room 110
Friday: Landscape Management, 2pm-4pm, RDC Building Gym

Either I need to finish it or find a way to get it home without it going flat. Only 8 left and only 3 days to drink it. What am I to doooo? (Only 3 because on Thursday I'm probably going home for the annual CWL Skit Night/pot luck (always the funniest, most delicious, best part of any December), and of course, I won't be here on friday). Now, the best answer would be to drink two or three beers a day, which I suppose I could do with all this damned free time. But at the same time, I've got no one to drink with because nobody wants to drink this week (except Meagan, but she even told me she's becoming an alcoholic and she wants to stop drinking), and Jenny can't even come watch movies with me this week because I won't let her because she needs to study her ass off DX
Drinking alone is so... emo. And loserish. I really don't want to do it. -sighs-


((Wrote this on Saturday night, saved it in word and just posting it now, since I have interwebs))


And seriously, as much as I hate myself for it I’m TOO... BUSY... WRIGGLING. Seriously. I can’t sit still. I wanna save and close my novel, jump off my couch, dive into the truck and floor it all the way to Sarnia, break into EB Games or Wal Mart or something and GET THAT DAMNED GAME.

Star Wars the Clone Wars: Jedi Factions.

Normally Star Wars games are just like. –shrug, meh– BUT HOLY SHIT FANGIRLFANGIRLFANGIRL. I actually squealed, wiggled, and had a complete mental shut down as I just stared at the TV screen. Seriously, I fucking want that game. Really. Really. Badly.

Like srzly. I FANGIRLED! Severly! I rarely fangirl, and I never do so severely!


But yeah. I fangirled because... well, let’s just say about 20 seconds of that 30 second commercial included clips of a certain nautolan I’m infamous for hearting. A lot.



I would say I know what’s going on the top of my Christmas list, but there’s no way in hell I can wait that long. Lieksrzly, next time I’m in Sarnia first store I’m hitting is any that will have that game. That, and next time I see my sister (which will be tomorrow, Sunday) I’m going to demand that I get my DS back. Because I can’t play that game unless I have my DS to do so DX

Neeeeed DS... neeeeeed Jedi Factions... neeeed my fangirl fix... wauuuuugh.... –shakes- Like srzly. Can’t. Sit. Stiiiiiill. Saaaave me force. DX

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Good news and Bad news ~ What my room smells like episode IV

Awright, bad news first.

-I didn't write a damn thing on my novel yesterday
-My computers mark went down 15% (I now have a 76)
-My dorm room is still leaking
-I'm 23,342 or so words behind on my novel (ouch)

Good news tiem nao.

-I got my fair share of the Communications essay done and over with yesterday
-My soils mark shot all the way up to 80%
-I've officially had my last soils class, ever.
-I don't have class at all on friday! Thursday is my last day, awright!

PS my room smells like stale, over-buttered popcorn. Not pleasant at all.

Monday, November 24, 2008

20k and tiem for bed

you know why trish has to go to bed?
because bed won't come to her! ahahaha.

no seriously, that's like, the only reason why. if bed came to me that'd be effin' sweet. but it won't, so booooo.

ok i hit 20k now it's tiem for me to sleep in my leaky room (my ceiling leaks).

(AKA random quotes that amused my from my recent msn convo with Travis)

"hey wait I minute, I haven't writin anything in like two weeks and I'm still beating you? how?"

"1,000 if I decide to be awesome"

"whaaaa whaaa whaaa, somebody call the whaaaaaambulance"

"...but do I seriously get a banana? D:"

Off to write

That Jerk Mike just crammed three songs into my head (all of them were stuck at once, and he did it on purpose) but it's not nothin' a little Caramelldansen couldn't fix. ;3

So now my head is Amarillo sky/Chicken Fried/Hide and Seek clear. Caramelldansen ftw.

But anyways, Since I'm freakishly behind on NaNo, I've decided to just write and if I make I make it and if I don't I don't. I feel no attachments to the deadline; I have severed my ties. I am a blank slate. Completely emotionless. The thirtieth will not make me panic... ... ...yeah okay, that's not working. But I'm so hectic about hating Ridgetown/trying to survive Ridgetown that I don't think the end of the month and an unfinished novel will really depress me any further.

At any rate, I've got nowhere to procrastinate left (once I finish posting here) so I'll be off to write. ...That's like, four hours earlier than I usually start writing. If I can get in the range of 4-5k tonight I'll be happy.

Well, I'm off to write.

Ciao, bitches. >=3

Tonight's idealistic goal: 20,000
Tonight's realistic goal: 18,500
I'd be happy if I hit: 19,500
Currently at: 19,000 <- I'll be updating this every hour or so.

Friday, November 21, 2008


Hey Trav, you know how last night I ranted that we didn't get snow here? (A fact taught to me by almost all of my teachers?)

Apparently, I lied.

I woke up, and just stared out the window.
Annemarie, my roommate, chirped with a laugh, "Yeah, it snowed."
And yes, yes it did.

But anyways, I need to mush off to breakfast, then class, and hopefully manage to pass my Plant ID test. Ooooh, wouldn't that be grand...

As a side note Toronto/David Suzuki was awesome last night. Yeah. Bye.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

4,000 words tonight

okay shower tiem then bed tiem.
Wrote 4,000 words tonight.
Got Hachirou all introduced and what not, and I must say, of all my characters he's being the nicest to me. Y'know why? Because he's the only damn one whose personality is taking shape anything like it is in my head. Even boss wasn't co-operating! Even Cecilia, the dusty old servant, is rebelling against her creator! WHY IS SHE A CLOSET PERV?! WHYYYY?! -cries- I've created a monsteeeer.
But I also created Hachirou/Ren, who is also a monster, but unlike Cecilia he's SUPPOSED to be. Because he's not a pervy old woman. He's just a perv. ...Not really. But close enough.


Word count: 14,000

PS David Suzuki tomorrow.no writing for me tomorrow.

If I don't put this here I won't remember.

Alright, actually working on my novel.

  • Boss is back, and his eyes aren't red-orange anymore. Lack of treatments. Eyes now red-brown. Already spotted Jimmie.
  • "Kohaku" has a name now. He's Morimoto Ren, lies and claims he's Morimoto Hachirou. NOT Morimoto Katsuo. NOTNOTNOT. No moar K-names here. He's Ren when Shiro's dominant, Hachirou when Kuro's dominant. DON'T FORGET. Kuro is dominant for majority of story.

    REMEMBERREMEMBERREMEMBER Hachirou Hachirou Hachirou. Ren Ren Ren. Hachikurorou Hachikurorou Hachikurorou. Ren Shiro Ren Shiro Ren Shiro. MORIMOTO. Doooon't forgeeeeet. DX

    Current word count: 11,407
  • Tuesday, November 18, 2008

    David Suzuki!

    For the MERE cost of $25, this thursday I get to miss a Plant Science quiz (on something I don't understand, hoo-hah!) because I'm going to go see DAVID SUZUKI.

    I don't even really like David Suzuki much, but even so, I recognize that the man's a genius and that he's pretty damn well known and all that jazz, so I'm still excited to go. I think it'll be fun. =3

    Room Smells episode III: Revenge of the Booze

    Today, after lunch, I pranced into my room to a rather rank smell. This is by far the most unpleasant odour from my room to assault my olfactory senses (I have smelled worse, just not in this room), and it displeases me.

    It is a mixture between stale beer and rotting leaves (the not so pleasant smell, not the good smell) and a dash of pine, juniper, cedar and spruce - and unfortunately, this particular additive doesn't make it smell any better. It just makes the smell more acid-y, and therefore more prominent. Bwaaaah.

    Wednesday, November 12, 2008

    Linearts, and Kohaku explained

    Linearts. Yeah. Not happy with a few things but I don't care anymore. Anyways. Let's explain Kohaku for a moment.

    No, I don't mean him as a character, too many spoilers surround that. Let's just say, for now, that he's in the wrong place at the absolutely wrong time. But anyways, like I said, I'm not here to explain his character. It's his name. Thomson a little too readily for my tastes went ahead and pointed out that Kohaku is another k-name. Nobody who reads this will get the k-name thing, probably, unless you were online that day I got pissed and quit CroNous. BUT ANYWAYS, back on topic here. I'm not counting Kohaku as a k-name for two reasons; 1. Kohaku isn't his real name (he doesn't have a real name yet) and 2. I had told Shirley that it was a name I had liked/used before the whole k-name period of my lifetime, but he GRACIOUSLY pointed out that there really wasn't much to define the whole before-the-start thing. Yeah. So I decided that of all the k-names, it was the original. The first. The draft that gave way to the flood of k-names, if you will.

    At any rate, I'm not counting Kohaku as a k-name. And if it were a k-name, it would be my favouritest of all the k-names. That's right. I said "favouritest".

    So yeah. I still don't feel like writing tonight (even though I should, but isn't catching up like crazy what the weekends are for?). I don't even feel like colouring these linearts.

    But yeah.

    So, in conclusion, Kakuzu is a motherfuckin' badass with five fuckin' hearts.
    Ooops, sorry, got carried away with a great quote. (Seriously, when I hear anyone say "In conclusion..." my mind automatically tacks "Kakuzu is a motherfuckin' badass with five fuckin' hearts." on the end. Bleh.)

    Let's try that again.

    So, in conclusion, linearts done but not entirely loved, and Kohaku != k-name.

    Trish talks about her NaNo characters! :D

    Shuuuu... so as you can clearly see, I've started drawing my two main characters for my novel. =3 Because I was going to write after supper. But I missed supper. So instead of writing I'm drawing. And it's Mareka and Jimmie! :D I thought "man, how would they sign their own names?" And believe me, those signatures are NOTHING like what their signatures would be. Except the sloppiness of Mareka. She got a late start on education. (and by late start I mean she was about 14 or 15 before anyone taught her anything. Including morals.)

    Sooo, Jimmie, whose real name is Jeremiah, is an apprentice mechanic. He probably should go cut his hair some time, but oh! his boss, Aerron, keeps the poor kid busier'n all heck. He doesn't mind though, his work is, essentially, his life. He doesn't seem to do much outside of bantering with Aerron and fixing steam engines. He's damn good at both, one should note. He's also the most logical, clear-thinking, sanest character in this novel, making for a pretty sturdy mindset that every mentally healthy main character should have! yaaaay!

    And then there's Mareka. Ooooh, Mareka. Words cannot describe this... ... ...
    Either I have writer's block or I just proved my own point unintentionally. DX
    At any rate, she's a novice nun (pairing killer, wheee~! "Not today, fangirls!"). She's also rather insane. She's been building bombs since she was a child, and is rather self-taught in that department. She grew up in the middle of nowhere (literally), on a chicken farm, with possibly bad parenting in her past (I never went into details on her parents and I never will). When she entered the story, back in the first novel, they found her being in a huuuge lapse on insanity, hiding away in a carner of a very dark room in a very neglected house, and in a separate room they found her parent's roting, bloating corpses. So she probably hadn't had food or even left that room for almost a week when they found her.

    But anyways, these two met up in the first novel, as children. Jimmie hated her, she constantly teased him and made him miserable and she was a general all around annoying little crazed monstrosity. When Fr. Blake died (spoiler! gasp!) she took a 180 in personality... but not insanity. So she's nicer to Jimmie now, now that it's probably like, ten years later, but she's still a lunatic. And she still knows how to make bombs. But she doesn't annoy the crap out of Jimmie any more, so he's content with their friendship. Actually, they get along quite well. They're pretty much best friends. Whenever Mareka's not busy at the church and Jimmie's not busy working/running errands for Mr. Hull, they ... I dunno, hang out or something. Either way when they're not doing other things they spend their free time just chillin'. Because main characters that are never around each other that are supposed to be friends are very anti-plotful.

    Anyways, yeah, I thought I'd draw them. Mareka looks crafty, like she's contemplating blowing something up. Jimmie is oblivious to this, of course, so he seems quite happy in this picture. Ah, the good times in life, ne?

    One reason I was motivated to draw this was because I needed to remember what his hair was like. Yeah. Kinda like in this picture. It's the closest I've ever gotten it since the concept sketch for Grownup!Jimmie. I just drew Mareka in there because Jimmie without Mareka makes for a very empty picture, in my mind.

    Okay but one reason that I ACTUALLY drew this for was because soon I'm introducing Kohaku and re-introducing the villain. Which means shit is about to be disturbed. Especially between these two, espeically considering how Kohaku is unfolding in my mind. Hurrhurrhurr. Jimmie is NOT going to get along with him, I can tell you that much. =3 And poor, poor, poooor (aka uncaring and oblivious) Mareka is caught up in the middle of it all. =3 ...Oh, and there's the imminent threat of the villain, too. Heh.

    BUT YEAH. I should get writing. 'Cause after talking about my people with you guys I'm anxious to go bring my bad guy back (he supposedly died in the first novel). And to introduce Kohaku. ...But mostly just to have some scene where Mareka's being crazy and Jimmie is, miraculously, tolerating her madness quite well. Or rather, her Sparta. Haha. 300 joke. Anyways, yeah. I need to go write in Q10, not in my blog.

    So bahye?

    PS It's DAMN cold in this room. DX

    Tuesday, November 11, 2008

    It's done, it's doooone!


    It's 12 pages, but it's dooone ~ teacher said it would be 6 at absolute, barely plausible but possible least. So 12 is pretty good. =3

    And now I NEVER have to look at a freakin' Hosta again. Well, okay, so I will, but even if it's in a hundred years it'll be too damn soon.

    But I'm doooone ~

    Skip ahead to 5:32, i want to learn that thing's song, it's SO CATCHY!

    Monday, November 10, 2008


    NOM NOM NOM DELICIOUS DOUGNUT. <---- actually wrote that while noming her doughnut

    Mmmmm. I've been waiting six hours to eat that. And now there's strawberry filling on my keyboard, oops!

    But anyways, yeah, got five down, five to go. And then I get to sort them all. -sighs heavily- Which is part C. But I can do part C tomorrow. If I can do one or two (preferably two) more cultivars tonight, I'll be content to finish the rest of this tomorrow.

    It's not that this project is proving difficult, it's just damn well time consuming.

    Anyways here's the list of ones I got so far.

    Hosta ‘Golden Tiara’ (Golden Tiara Hosta)
    Hosta 'Gold Standard' (Gold standard Hosta)
    Hosta ‘Tokudama Aureonebulosa’ (Tokudama Aureonebulosa Hosta)
    Hosta ‘Warwick Comet’ (Warwick Comet Hosta)
    Hosta ‘American Icon’ (American Icon Hosta)

    Yeah, google some of them, some of them look freakin' cool. Like that really long named Japanese one. And the Warwick Comet. yeah. ...

    okay doughnut tiem is up. Back to work.

    Life's no fun without a good scare

    Here in a flash and gone without a trace

    Got part A of my project again :D
    Apparently chatting on msn with Nohi about life makes shit go faster, yaaaaay. So part A is done, as is my title page. That means that if I get perfect on what I got so far, that's 40 marks out of 200. Yaaaay! :D I'm almost half done ~

    In the mean time, I really want that damned doughnut. So I've decided to get part B half done before I allow myself to indulge. But seriously, even though it's still in the bag, under piles of sheets for this project, and even though I'm listening to the "Nightmare Revisited" CD in order to try to block it out, it's stilllll callling loooudly to meeeee D:

    I'm annoyed. I want to eat it. And now that I'm really into my project, I should probably keep going. Erm, how many cultivars do I need for part B again...? -checks- ...10. Fuck that's a lot. Well, I've got Hostas, with yellow variegations, so it can't be all that hard to find, hurrhurr.

    That, and, the way this is setup is something like this;

    botanical name of whatever cultivar
    "copied paragraph w/description of appearance" (source)
    "another copied paragraph w/description of appearance" (source)
    description of appearance in my own words.

    So, literally, 2/3 of part B is all just copy and paste. Hwahwahwa! Well, I'm back to work! :D I'll stop in again while I'm on my doughnut break <3

    I am the "who" in "Who's there?!"


    Sorry guys, won't be able to NaNo again until wednesday. Final projects, pah.

    Anyways, I had a rather uneventful, but rather fun weekend. All in all, everything went well. ^^ I got to hang out with lots of people (Kelly included, yaay!) I finally made it it youth group since College started (finally, lol), and I hit the 10k mark on NaNoWriMo.


    So yeah. Nothing too exciting here, even though for some reason I feel really pumped and all excited about something. Hwaaah.

    Oh yeah, I did go write the communications midterm re-write thing, because I studied up ona few of the questions I did get wrong. So on the re-write I'm fairly certain I got those right, but... the last page of multiple choice, the page I got PERFECT on, well... the bastard teacher took it off this midterm. DAMMIT. I KNEW EVERYTHING on that page! Gwaaaah! Ah well. I'm fairly certain I did better, though, if only just a little. But yeah. Report time. Waugh. Stupid Plant ID. I'm only doing this report so I don't fail, and therefore won't have to take this class again >3>

    TO MOTIVATE MYSELF TO DO IT, I bought a really yummy-looking doughnut from Tim Horton's. And I will not allow myself to eat it until I at least have... hmm, let's see... Part B done. Yeah. That means the majority of my assignment will be done. Well, it depends on how long part B takes. If it takes far too long, I'll lemme have some delicious, delicious vanilla strawberry doughnut when I'm half done part B. Yeah.

    Anyways, I better get doing this damned report thingie due on wednesday... ten pages or moar, waaah...

    Thursday, November 6, 2008

    Wheeeeeee... plonk.


    Anyways, I'm really happy. Well, today actually sucks so hard so far, but I'm happy. Because my sister asked me to add her on msn, so I did! Yaaay!
    She was surprised I was trying NaNoWriMo again (or as she spelled it, "nnrm". Close enough.)... I guess she doesn't know me well enough XD Every family has a mental-masochist, and I suppose I'm mine's.

    Anyways, I need to get writing. Since all the aggie's classes were cancelled tomorrow 'cause most of them were going to the Royal, all of them went home tonight. So a good half or more of the school's population is gone, so it's pretty quiet around here. Just the vet techs, horts, environmental and BBRMs it seems.

    Wednesday, November 5, 2008


    Haven't written yet today. uh oh. Oh well. I'll get to it.

    Got another 1,839 words. Not quite the 2,000 I hoped for, but my scene is done, I'm tired, and I've now got 8,053 words. That's over 8,000, so essentially, that was my goal for before I went to bed. It's good enough. XD

    "...Girls have feelings?"

    FUNNY CONVERSATION. Not even five minutes ago, I swear.
    Okay, so I was leaving plant ID, and Jason comes up behind me and kicks my bag. "Hah! There!" he exclaims.
    "Heeey," I whined, "you meanie!" He laughs, and as we walk through the door and up the stairs Devon joins us. "I'm gonna go cry now," I said, in mock-sadness.
    They both laughed. "Good, then go cry!" Jason said victoriously.
    Then it was my turn to laugh, but I tried not to. "It's not funny, you hurt my feelings!"
    As soon as we get out side, both of them stop. "...Girls have feelings?" Jason asks in surprise.
    "No, they just like to pretend," I joke, "they're really good at pretending."
    And finally Devon gets his say in; "Yeah, they're really good at pretending."
    As I walk off toward the res building, I call back, "Girls actually really don't have feelings, just mood swings."
    Much hilarity ensued. (Because everyone from our class was just about outside then, and they thought that line was funny.)

    Yeah. I'mma go eat lunch now bahye.

    Tuesday, November 4, 2008


    Can I has sleep tonight nao?

    Yus, yus i can. My goal for tonight was 6k and I've got 5.214k. Hwahwa.

    Showur tiem then bed tiem.

    PS, Jimmie wants to kill Aerron.

    "What is it?" his eyes narrowed slightly, both curious and annoyed. Because of her current composure, it was likely something she either planned on rubbing in his face or torturing him with. She blinked shyly and her hands plucked at her skirt, as if to arrange it so it appeared neater.

    "Oh, it's nothing really..." but her smile never went away.

    He shrugged and smiled. "Well, if it's nothing, then I guess I'll talk to you whenever you're on your way home, if I'm still here that late." He could be cheeky, too. He lay back down enough to allow him enough space to continue where he had left off. A nut clattered to the floor. He shifted slightly further away from Mareka so he could start on the next one.

    Already tired of their little game, she stood up. She laughed gently. "It's still nothing, but Aerron wasn't even awake yet when I left this morning."

    Jimmie's wrench slipped, causing him to painfully skin his knuckle. He sat up quickly as he cursed. The back of his hand fled to his mouth as he shoved the offending raw flesh into his mouth. He glared up at Mareka.

    She simply grinned and turned to leave.

    Jimmie sighed and dropped his hand. Just as she reached the door, he muttered darkly, "I'm going to kill him."

    She paused in the door way and glanced over her shoulder. "Unlikely; you won't have time to kill him. You've got too much work to do." She teased. He rolled his eyes and she laughed softly. She vanished through the door and a few moments later her heard the little brass bell jingle, signifying that she was now gone.

    He leaned back all the way, until he was lying on the floor. He rubbed his hands across his forehead, brushing his long bangs up. his hands stopped to rest on top of his head. His hurt knuckle was still quite pained, but since it was a common injury he was doing well to ignore it. "I'm going to kill him," he mumbled again, before picking up his wrench and getting back to work. Mareka was right; he didn't have time to kill Aerron, at least not yet. He had a whole list of impatient clients that wanted their engines and machines in working order as soon as possible. And, sadly, that schedule left no room at all for the murder of Aerron Hull.


    And no I haven't written a damn word yet today. I watched Ironman with Jenny and then dinked off. now gtfo I wanna write while listening to Kabuto's hawt, rhytmic english voice.

    Lazy bastards...

    Since all y'all were too lazy to just type "bubbl.us" into your address bar (lazy bastards!) just effing click this. (targeted it to open in a new window, so you won't have to right click/find it, you lazy bastards). It's a bubble-chart-maker thing, but it's waaaay easier than pen/paper, because you can move shit around all you want and you can save 'em and edit 'em and make 'em huuuuuuge or smaaaaaall and the bubbles of different levels have different colours.... it pretty much saved my plot. It made me know how to start it, lol.

    But of course, I'm probably the laziest bastard, because last night I spent five hours (I kid you not) playing mspaint adventure instead of NaNoing, and didn't get as far ahead as I had hoped. I BLAME TRAVIS FOR THIS until I catch up. He should not have linked me during novembeeeer. ...But Pickle Inspector was awesome, he's such an inspiration. BUT STILL. GAH. CONFLICTING EMOTIONS. Hate and love. Whyyy.

    -distracts self with new topic-

    I found that Q10 us easily the best program for NaNoWriMo. It's full screen, so no distracting background windows/start menu bar thing with everything else you have open. You can change the background colour, and the text colour. The only menu is a little bar at the bottom with your word count. You can set word count "targets", and aparently there's a countdown (my lappy is lame and won't set them, so I'm missing out on that). As you type, there's a typeriter noises with every time you hit a key. Surprisingly not annoying - and when you stop typing, the lack of the typewriter noises is so eerie and stuff and it makes you feel all anxious and like you're slacking off (makes me feel like the worst, laziest bastard in the world when I'm not hearing that noise), so you find yourself typing again. AS WELL, you can set an auto-save feature, for how ever many minutes you want or however many lines you want. You can also check off a nifty box that will automatically save a backup. I LOVE THIS PROGRAM. There's also no annoying word-changing shit that ms word does (for example, the elipses, or when you write a word with the letters mixed up a bit), unless you set it to fix specific stuff like that (so you could set it to... well, let's say your MC's name is Lady Matron Captain Lieutenant Commander Xhai'agh Tien "Raventail Blacktalon" Auvry'ath (etc.) (yes, I do have a character named that, and that's only half her names. She's not in this novel) but you don't wanna type that every time, so you just make it so whenever you put "MC" it changes to that name. Yeah. anyways).

    BUT YEAH Q10 IS AMAZING, google it and download it.

    Anyways, I'm gonna watch Ironman with Jenny then I'm gonna go off and novel, ummkay?

    Monday, November 3, 2008

    sleepy time nao? yesplz.

    So lab tomorrow morning from 8-10 was cancelled, and math was cancelled all week (so no math class tomorrow from 10-11) which means I ahve no classes 'til 11, yaaay

    Means it was smrt for me to stay up late nano-ing, now I get to shower and sleep, get up later than usual, eat brekkist, go back to bed for a few hours.

    There is a direct correlation between hours of sleep and wordcounts.
    less sleep = less word counts
    moar tiruds = moar sucks.

    So I go sleep now yeah?

    Word count 3,627. Not as far as I hoped to get but better than nothing.

    ps that bubbl.us site is amainzg. srzly. i had no idea how to start my not-counting-prologue story, and it helped me sort my thoughts out and do it, yeah? and you can save your charts too. useeeeefuuuuul.


    I thought my prologue was hillarious, so I'mma make all y'all read it
    wordcount: 2,000

    PS ignore spelling it not be check'd

    Jimmie sneezed. The noise was followed by several quick, loud sniffs, which did well to hide a soft spoken curse.
    "Bless you," a female voice said in a matter-of-fact sort of tone.
    The brown haired boy sniffed again. "Thanks...." At that the girl, Mareka was her name, probably somewhere in her mid to late teens, smiled and then turned her back on him. He sniffed roughly again and quickly ran the cuff of his sleeve under his nose. This was no good; he had forgotten his handkerchief at home, and the one he had brought from work was covered in oil.
    The apprentice mechanic sighed in disdain. Well, he could always use hers - she never used it anyways. As he turned back to the machine he was working away on, he eyed the article warily. Yes, he could see it from here, and it taunted him. It was across the room on a rough yet sturdy looking desk, where the blonde girl often chose to study (whenever she did study, which was not often). He could go get it, but there was no telling how she would react. On one hand, she wouldn’t care; she never used it, he needed it, he was her friend so it would be fine by her. On the other hand, she could easily be upset, and react very negatively.
    She had always been mentally unstable, but lately she had been acting more and more like a typical teenaged girl. That fact alone made it harder to predict her mood swings than ever before. It drove Jimmie crazy. Of course, he himself was a teenager (roughly the same age as Mareka, but it couldn’t be certain for not even she knew when her own day of birth was), so sometimes he could be just as bad as she was. Those days were rare, being few and far between, so he could still scold Mareka for her "teenager" days with little repercussion.
    Once again, he sniffed. Curse his cold. He could really user her handkerchief, but he really didn’t want to risk anything. Instead, he continued to work diligently on tightening all the bolts on the machine’s side panel. He tried to push thoughts of his running nose out of his head in order to focus better on his work. It would do no good to slip up now; it would require more time to fix than it did to break, as it always seemed to do. And if he did mess something up, he’d be hearing about it from either Aerron or Angelina. Aerron was his boss and teacher. Angelina was his current employer - thus why he was in her workshop, a mere few meters away form Mareka’s desk - and, just a few years ago, she had also become Aerron’s wife.
    Angelina Hull was an inventor. She spent the majority of her time altering and perfecting the plans her late father had left behind, trying to make working wonderful machines for nothing else than to at least see something in the massive workshop completed. She had met Aerron quite a few years ago, when she called him in so he could repair the steam engines on one of the machines. It had been a lot of work, but the mechanic had eventually gotten the engine in working condition. The machine itself never met its purpose, but that was beside the current point.
    Since the two had wed Angelina had gotten more inventions in proper working order, no matter how trivial their tasks. Aerron was still one of the best mechanics in all of Valeoclarus. Between caring for their child, Blake, and working, the two rarely had time for much else. Even Aerron was barely even in his wife’s own workshop, opting to worry more about outside customers. This was fine by his wife, as long as the work got done when she needed to get an engine in proper working order. This was where Jeremiah, or as he was better known as, Jimmie, came in. While Aerron was away at Hull’s Repair Shop and while Angelina was scurrying around town looking for parts or behind her desk fixing flaw’s in her father’s logic, Jimmie would spend hours on end in the workshop. The massive room was located in the mansion Angelina had grown up in - where she and her husband currently chose to live - and as such, Jimmie found that nine out of ten times he was coming here for work, not for a visit. It made even stopping by just for dinner feel tiring.
    He sneezed loudly again, snapping him out of his thoughts. This time, as his head came forward, he slammed it hard off of the boiler tank before him. Rubbing his head and cursing softly at the pain, he pulled back with a face twisted in pain and annoyance.
    He waited to hear someone bless him, but no one did. Jimmie turned curiously as his green eyes scanned the room. Where had Mareka gone? He looked a few moments longer in confused silence. He hadn’t heard her leave... but then again, his mind had been pretty far away. She had obviously left without telling him. He sniffed. He rubbed at his nose again as he rose from his seat, which was a milk crate placed on the floor (hey, whatever works).
    Since she was gone, he supposed he could sneak her handkerchief. He certainly needed it now even more than before, and plus, she wasn’t around so he didn’t run the risk of being pummelled. She never used it, it had been sitting on her desk for months, so it was unlikely she’d even notice its absence. And besides, he’d bring it back after he washed it.
    As he walked towards the old desk, a thought flitted across his mind. Why didn’t he just ask her about it? Because she was likely to say no, because she liked to see him suffer, his mind reminded him. Ah, right, that was why he didn’t ask. She’d just glare at him while grinning wickedly and tease "the liddle boy Jeremiah" for having a runny nose, and then he’d have no handkerchief at all, all day, and that would be much too troublesome. Especially since, if he did ask, she was likely to also likely to add injury to insult and hurt him somehow. She was just that crazy.
    He arrived at the desk and picked up the handkerchief. Relief was plastered all over his face. He took one last, quick, paranoid look around the workshop - between the machines, along the walls, even out the large windows on the far side. No crazy blonde teenaged nun-in-training could be seen, good.
    With a half-hearted sigh, he pulled the rough cloth (he obviously had not been used at all since its date of aquirement) to his nose and proceeded to blow. In honesty, it felt really, really good. Within mere moments his nose was nice and cleared. A smile tugged at his lips. Yes, he felt much, much better now. No annoying sniffing to worry about - he could finally focus on his work and hurry up and finish for the day.
    "What are you doing?" Jimmie froze. That was Mareka's voice. She hadn't caught him... had she? His panicked rigidity faded and he fumbled to shove the offensive object in his hand away into his pocket, hoping that perhaps she didn't see it. He turned to face her with as much of a casual expression he could muster.
    "Oh, uh... hey there, Mareka. I was just looking for something. But I just realized I don't need it, sooo... I'm just going to head on back over to work." He shrugged and spun, obviously hoping to make it out of this unscathed. The glare she was giving him was cruel enough, he didn't want to be subjected to anything more. Her eyes were the eyes of a demon, promising torture and pain just for his simple, mere existence.
    She didn't respond for a long few moments. He was almost back to the machine he had been sent here to fix, yes, just a meter or two left. He could make it. Unconciously, he sped up. "Jimmie." ...But nothing could save him now. His pace slowed. He half-turned to face her. He tried to look calm and casual, but failed terribly.
    "...Yeah? W-what is it?"
    She glared and held out her hand. "Give me back whatever you took."
    His hand flew up and he rubbed the back of his neck in strained innocence. "What makes you think I took anything?"
    "Don't lie to me, Jeremiah. You're much too terrible at it. Whatever you took, give it back." She stook stock-still, her hand still out expectantly, the other hand balled into a fist and placed meaningfully on her hip. Her amber eyes displayed nothing short of seriousness and displeasure.
    Well, damn it, he was in trouble now. He could own up to swiping her hankercheif (he was going to clean it and bring it back, honest!), but that would result in his immidiate demise. He could lie some more, but she already knew he was lying, so that would result in a slow, painful demise (unlike the quicker one earlier mentioned). Seeking a third option, he decided to stall until her small lapse of sanity would collapse in on itself and she forgot about what they were discussing. A good way to do this, he figured, would be to gradually shift the conversation over to something not so immidiate, causing her attention of the present to enter a short lapse. When it did so, he would take advantage of the situation and then... oh, who was he kidding, he was terrible at manipulation, especially when it came to Mareka, of all people.
    She sighed in resignation and stalked slowly towards her. He decided to lie after all, it would be much more painless if he managed to do it right. He could had to calm himself down and keep a straight face. As he closed the distance between them her hand dropped, accomadating for his now closer proximity. His smile was calm and collected - or so he hoped.
    His hands slipped into his pockets as he smiled down at the slightly shorter girl. Up until the last year or two, she had always been taller than him, and she had flaunted that endlessly. Endlessly, of course, until one day she found he was taller than her. Being the much kinder of the two, he never chose to pester her about his sudden height as compaired to hers. But of course, that doesn't mean he never used it to his advantage. His slightly higher vantage point in this particular conversation gave him an extra little added confidence, and made her expression just a little more annoyed.
    "Look, Mareka," he said softly while smiling gently again, "I didn't take anything, alright? I'd never take anything that belonged to you without your permission - " it was a lie, he had done so on more than one occassion (but always harmlessly) " - and I certainly wouldn't lie about taking something, if I did." ...that was mostly true; the rare occasions he did so borrow things without permission, he would, at some point in time not too much later, inform her about it. This of course was a different situation, so he had to break from his usual form of conduct.
    He smiled again, this time a little more casually than before. Scarily enough, her glare didn't let up. He was starting to get freaked out, almost to the point of breaking his calm composure. He would not falter, he would not! If he did, she would win, and he would... probably die. A slow, terrible, painful death. She would kill him so violently he would skip any afterlife, and just vanish eternally.
    "Oh yeah? Then why is my handkerchief in your pocket?"

    NaNoWriMo blues...?

    Not even 2,000 yet. Crap.

    Well, I partly blame my brother's wedding; I didn't come home as drunk as expected, so I didn't whip out my laptop to being noveling away - I just went to bed. There goes the first day. (But the wedding was amazing).

    Then, on day two, I managed to get down a little over 1,000 words (1,117, I think it was?), which wasn't TOO bad, but... I got stuck on my prologue. Yes, the kleenex/handkercheif scene. I got up to where Jimmie goes to take the handkercheif while Mareka supposedly isn't there, but I haven't gotten any further than that. DX I don't know where to go nooow. Maybe she'll just come in and kick his ass. I dunno. I'll think of something. So day 2 wasn't a COMPLETE waste, but it still wasn't all that fantastic, either. :\

    Either way, I'll pick 'er up tonight and let shit happen. I refuse to let day 3 wither and die. I'm going to try for day 3's 5,001 word goal, which means, in my head, just get the prologue out of the way and get chapter one done.

    Well, I already skipped my first class for today, but I better go to the rest. I'm done by 2pm today, so that leaves lots of noveling time. I'll have to quickly throw together a playlist of all those songs that help me write (and fit the mood of my novel, those ones really help too) and put 'er on shuffle and repeat to help myself stay focused. I'll need to find my headphones, as not to distract my roomate, and as not to distract myself.

    If I'm going good enough I'll skip supper; word count is more important than food. My writing muse says so. But if I'm having enough trouble, I'll ignore the bitch and just go eat food. It usually doesn't make me write any better but it does make me feel better. Yeah.

    Well, I'm off until then. Bahye.

    Wednesday, October 29, 2008

    Repot Card!



    I drew a comic. Based on some website I joined today. (already forgot what it's called, uurrrr...)
    (click it to see the whole thing)

    Friday, October 24, 2008

    FUCK YES. -wriggles happily-


    I skipped soils this morning to study, and I crammed as many of those botanical names into my skull as I could. And although I forgot 1/4 of those words, I still remembered a good 3/4 and made most of the rest of the shit up. And on the second part I answered all but one question with confidence.

    I DEFINATELY FUCKING PASSED! :D AT THE VERY LEAST I'm expecting a 60. AT THE VERY MOST probably a 90, but that's only if I didn't fuck up whatever I was pretty sure I got right. XD So I'm likely to get somewhere in the 70-80 range, but I don't care because I know I did way better than the last test.


    Well I'm off. I'm going home for the weekend, bahye.

    Thursday, October 23, 2008

    Course selection

    Okay, so, course selection sheets. Yeah.

    I have five options for next semester.

    Sales & Sales Management
    Intro. to Landscape Construction
    Horticultural Equipment Management
    Floral Design & Retailing (limited enrolment)
    Arboriculture (limited enrolment)

    I'm definitely signing up for Floral Design & Retailing, because it's really the only artsy course there is. Other than that, I want Intro. to Landscape construction, because there's no way in hell I'm taking Sales, or Equip. Management. Arboriculture... eehhh... it would be interesting, but in my mind, not worth the effort. I don't feel like learning about trees and their ailments and then having to go chop branches off of them all classtime. :\ That doesn't excite me in the least.

    But they're making us pick two backups, in case we don't get the courses we want. And since Floral whatsit has limited ....

    FUCK I CAN'T EVEN RAMBLE PROPERLY. My damn monitor keeps flickering at different brightnesses and I don't know why and it's DRIVING ME CRAZY! AUUDGHERGJWvsioeoartnbrskltnmbadfmvd lgkjnoaerngarsbfgn.

    MAKE IT STOP. IT'S SO ANNOYING. It started a few weeks ago and I don't know how to make it stooop D: And I think it's slowly getting woooorse. DX

    Wednesday, October 22, 2008

    'Kay, so...

    Today was definitely better than yesterday. Five hours straight outside in this beautiful, beautiful weather did that to me. I woke up feeling a lot better. I had breakfast, went to class, found out I did pretty damn good on the Soils midterm, went to the optional math lecture (caught up on everything I missed yesterday -sighs in relief-) talked to my Plant Science teacher (Dr. Dave) about the binder I forgot in lab, he said he didn't pick it up (but he was going to look for me, yaaay), then spent an hour toolin' around campus for Plant ID. Decided to have lunch, it wasn't too bad. Then I went to my 3 hour Landscape management lab and we planted trees :D It was all good fun.

    So today was DEFINITELY a better day than yesterday. Definitely.

    That, and I just finished downloading the Special A anime.
    I'm still wondering how the hell I started reading/watching shoujo, since the only shoujo I liked before college was Trinity Blood (which was practically shounen). -sighs- Ah well. I'm not going to worry about it unless I catch myself fangirling over yaoi. -shudders- SO NASTY EW. DX DX DX

    As for today, my room smells faintly of crisp fall leaves. But again, we had another plant tour in Plant ID.

    Tuesday, October 21, 2008

    I'm going crazy.

    I can't stand it. I hate being cooped up in this little room. I just want to go home. I don't even want to go to class anymore... "just get through it and get it over with" isn't even enough motivation any more. I hate it here. I want to go home.

    I was stuck in bed all day because I'm sick to my stomach. I've also had a headache for over 24 hours. As well, I've been stressed. And tired. And I missed lunch and supper today, so I'm hungry too. And to top it all off? Everyone here fucking hates me. I forgot to hand in the outline for our final-project-group-project thingie yesterday, and since it was a day late, 20% was taken off of the project's final mark. Fuck. And no matter how much I tell them I'm sorry they don't respond.

    And the worst part is, when I called a friend (lost distance or not fuck that shit I'm going crazy here) he asked me "...Are you calling from Ridgetown?"
    "Isn't it long distance?"
    "Can you afford that?"
    And, in my rage and stress, I snapped "Fine, bye." and slammed my phone shut.

    And now I'm worse off than I was ten minutes ago.
    Fucking asshole.

    I bet if it was his girlfriend he wouldn't care about the cost. But noooo, instead with me he's just snide. Forget the fact I've already tried calling him twice earlier. Forget the fact I'm his "best friend". Asshole. And I was calling him at his mom's house, so it isn't like it cost him anything.

    Fuck I just want to die and drop out of this miserable period of my life. I can't stand this shit. I want out of here. I want to go home to people that actually like me (and my puppy). I want to have a large expanse of property to freely roam (I hate being cooped up in this room).

    I'm mowing down on crispers because Jenny's too worried about me to lemme go to Tim Horton's and buy soup... damnit... augh... I can't argue with Jenny... er... well... Crispers will have to do. -sighs- I don't even think I have any money for soup, anyways.

    So yeah, this week sucks.

    And I don't know what the hell my room smells like because I've been in it all day so I'm immune. ...Well, not all day. I did go for breakfast and I did go to Plant Science this morning. I forgot my binder there too, fuck....

    Friday, October 17, 2008

    :D :D :D


    And yes my wasp bite aktually looks like that. Don't forget to watch the clip after the credits

    No room smell today; I can't smell nothin' due to the unmuffleable stench of POT in the HALLWAY. DX -cries-

    Thursday, October 16, 2008

    My dorm room smells like... episode II

    Well, when I say here's today's update on what my room smells like, I'm not exaggerating with the term "update". This morning it had a bit of an earthy smell about it, and the bittersweet stench of apples that are just starting to rot. Now, it was faint, but that's a minor detail. The smell has been updated. For Plant ID I had a plant tour, so now 30 new leaves grace the shelves in our room (me and my roommate both are in Horticulture, and we both collected 15 leaves each), so now it has gone back to smelling all leafy. However, this pleasant leafy stench is a NEW-LEAFy stench, not an old crispy leafy stench like before (even though those guys are still chillin' on my shelf, beside the new ones)

    So yeah, I like the leafy smell. Sure, it's not my FAVORITE smell, but it keeps our room smelling better than anyone elses. Three people have told me today that my room smells really good - two of those three said it was the best smelling room. Hoo-hah. I wish there was an award for that.

    But yeah, keep 'er tuned for tomorrow's "My dorm room smells like..." episode! Wauuugh the suspense!


    LOL LOL LOL I love the clip they put at the credits, that part was so funny in the anime. XD
    That and I love that song. Makes me wanna DDR. God, I miss that game.

    But anyways, I'll update on the smell of my room later. I haven't figured it out yet, and I have to go to class.

    Wednesday, October 15, 2008

    Okay, so, weekend stuffs.

    Alright Travis, since you were wondering...

    I did get home all quiet like and seemingly didn't wake my parents up, but the next morning my mom was like "RAWR! Why weren't you home on time? Why did you get home at 3.30?! rawr!" and it was scary. ...And she grounded me from driving, rotfl. (yes, it's that funny to me; I NEVER type "rotfl".)

    And that's about the worst that got. Spend sunday afternoon playing rockband (yeah!)

    And then

    on monday

    i went to play it and it wouldn't fucking work.

    I opened the disc tray, pulled the dis out and... it seems my Xbox scratched the shit out of the bottom on the disc D=<

    So when I went to Neil's house for TG supper (we're having ours next week now, and I really wanted turkey), i gave him the disc and asked him if he'd go talk to/yell at/bitch out Mike (guy I bought it from) about it. And he did. =3 So now I just gotta wait 'til I'm home on friday to go see if Mike could fix it (he said he'd try).

    So yeah, I'm not so happy about that.

    On a side note, this is what I came here to actually post;
    Since I no longer have an interest in blogging, but Travis will get mad if I don't, I'll instead be doing daily reports on what my dorm room smells like.

    Today it's a cross between crispy old leaves (not so good) and apples. Not a good smell, by any means, but not completely intollerable, either. It smells better than most people's rooms. The apple smell must be left over from yesterday; this room smelled delicious yesterday~

    On another side note, they jacked up the prices on those god forsaken vending machines. So instead of getting my Sprite (which would, of course, inevitably mean I'd get a coke instead), I had to buy a can of Nestea. Not that I'm complaining, because at least this time it gave me all of my change back. -sighs-

    Tuesday, October 14, 2008


    i don't feel like upkeeping my blog, it's too much wooork.

    Tuesday, October 7, 2008


    I didn't keep up with your blogs over the weekend (dial-up, bweh) and I really don't feel like catching up.
    If you've got anything significant to lemme know either tell me it here or tell me which journal entry to go read.


    Wednesday, October 1, 2008


    It's cold out. And it's raining - not the kind of rain that's fun and worth while, but that stupid little caught-between-drizzling-and-spitting-and-maybe-actually-raining kinda rain that's just... uncool.

    I had a midterm today, for a class I don't even understand.

    I was pretty much well conned into joining some club I probably won't enjoy.

    I had to work outside - in this weather - for the last three hours.

    Stupid BitTorrent is telling me that, instead of taking two days to download my anime, it decided this morning that it's going to take a week or two. Which means I probably won't have Neverwinter Nights for... oooh, say, three weeks? (fuck. Seifer's even back nao D:)

    ...but you guys know what?

    Today was an amazing day. And I feel strangely at peace with myself.

    I went to Soils class at 8 this morning, for an hour, then math came... and it was optional, so I came back here and cussed at BitTorrent for being slow. An hour later, I went to Plant Science and took my midterm - considering how much I haven't learned in that class and how stupid it is, that damned midterm wasn't all that bad. I'm most likely going to pass. Then Plant ID class was just a plant tour - normally very imperative that one goes on the plant tours, but... it was for herbaceous perennials, so instead of tooling around campus and letting the long tours cut into my lunch time, I didn't go. Besides, the test isn't going to have livesamples for when that comes up, there's going to be pictures. Of them in spring. Hoo-hah. So half of my classes this morning = unvisited. And lunch?

    Oh fuck yes, lunch was awesome. Free pizza, w00t w00t! And the school started a horticulture club, for the seniors and juniors of the program to be able to get to know eachother. Well over half of everyone in the Hort. program showed up, and there was FREE PIZZA (and pop - I grabbed some extras on my way out so my fridge here is stocked, hwahwa). And the club is mostly about fund raising, which is why it sucks. ...but, because we're fundraising, we'll get to go on trips and badass competitions. >=D f#@% yes. AND THERE WAS FREE PIZZA. No icky caf food for lunch, yeeey~

    And after lunch, I had my three hour outdoor lab for landscape management.

    And I loved it.

    Sure, it was cold, and that pussyass-sucky-rainy raining, but it was fun. We tooled around on the mule and the gator after moving a few plants around in the nursery and pulling weeds outta 'em, then we weeded the gardens around the Vet. Tech building (I hate the vet. tech people, but kicking the shit out of mushrooms (literally, I got to kick them everywhere) was damn fun). Then we pruned the shit out of this poor little ground-cover shrub (called a "winter creeper", it's frickin' awesome, I want one) but since only five of us did it we like, get bonus marks or something for doing more than everyone else (and considering each lab is 5% of my final mark that rocks). Then we tooled around some more on the mule or the gator, and planted a whole shit load of mums out by the main sign (so if any of you drive by Ridgetown anytime soon, and you pass the college and see the kickass garden by the sign, think of me, awright? XD). We learned that the people from the town that are more apt for commiting doucebagger often steal plants from the nursery from the school, because they seem to be under the impression we're all funded or something, or that the plants are free for us and therefore them or something. We're nooooot. Our school has to buy those plants you assholes, so stop f#@$ing stealing our shit. Don't steal our compost either, we don't spend lots of research and time and money and work on it for you to think it's there so you can have it. ...Anyways, I'll stop ranting.

    While cleaning up the garden before planting mums we found a coke bottle filled with a very questionable yellow substance. We all knew what it was, but Chris (teacher) flat out told us he refused to admit that that's what it might be; he kept on telling us he would designate it as being "aged coke that has lost it's pigments and turned flat and yellow". We decided to let him be like that, as he threw out the bottle without directly touching it. XD

    After that, we tooled around A LOT more on the gator and found saplings and dug 'em up and put 'em in pots for the nursery. I found a red oak, and I fell in love with it. <3 It's my baby. I wanna take it home or something, but I need to ask Kennedy (teacher) or Chris (also teacher) first D= because Kennedy was pretty excited about it, too. -clings to tree- but he can keep his tulip trees, I want my red oak D:

    Ah well.

    It was a lot of fun, that's definately my favorite class. <3 <3

    So today has been AWESOME so far.

    If this luck of mine keeps up, hopefull BitTorrent will like, go faster and get my anime download done by tomorrow D=< I don't want to have to wait all weekend with a 3/4 finished anime download sitting around >3> It wouldn't be so bad if it let me watch the episodes, but it seems to download in random peices, so I pretty much well will have NOTHING actually on my computer until the download finishes.

    Remind me to send and extra <3 to the friend who showed me how to download all the coolest free shit in the world. God, I love making friends with hackers. XD

    Tuesday, September 30, 2008

    Stuck in my head.

    I have two things stuck in my head. First is a song called "I wanna have your babies", and I'm not going into any more detail than that XD



    Monday, September 29, 2008

    Friday, September 26, 2008

    55 minutes and I can go home

    So, I spent all of Soils class studyin' (seriously, all he was talking about was groundwater, most stuff of which I already know), spent half of math studyin' (he was just helping the class do the work I already had finsihed), did a math test, finished 20min earlier than the majority of the class, then I went downstairs (my Plant ID class is in the basement of the Ag building, whereas Soils and Math are both in the Ag Theatre, on the first floor), and sat in the hall... and studied. XD

    It almost worked, I remembered a helluva lot more than I would have. I definately got more than seven plants down. I remembered the names alright, it's just the leaves i had some trouble with D:
    The maples came pretty easy, they're simple to tell apart. So I'm pretty sure I nailed all nine of those.
    The dog woods were a bit trickier - I remembered that flowering dogwood (Cornus florida) had the biggest of dogwood leaves, pagoda dogwood (Cornus alternifolia) has alternating leaves (the only dogwood to have this), and kousa dogwood (Cornus kousa) was the one with the tiny leaves. So I got those three dogwoods okay. I knew the sweet gum (Liquidambar styraciflua) right off the bat, as well as the ginkgo (Ginkgo biloba), but I think everyone knew the ginkgo. =\ I mean, seriously, if you see that things leaves you'd understand why. The ivies were easy, but sadly enough I spelt their genus totally wrong. DX Like, it doesn't even sound like what it's supposed to, so I probably won't even get part marks. I got fucking names from my warriors site stuck in my head, half of which are latin, so instead of putting "Parthenocissus" as their genus, I definately put "Pantheracissus" or something of the sort. >=| Stupid Panthera. I love him, I do, but his stupid name is stuck in my fucking head. DX

    But yeah I can continue ranting about plant names buuuuut I don't love you enough. XD

    And I get to see my puppy in about two hours, gleee~
    And I guess Bob has Clash of Ninja 3 WHICH I WANT, so I'm going to "hang out" with him this weekend (and by "hang out" I mean use him for Shino, lol). And I hope that Jackie isn't there. I love her, I do... but the bitch hates me. DX I didn't do anythiiiiing. -whines-

    Thursday, September 25, 2008

    "So, to wrap this up, Kakuzu is a mother fuckin' badass with five fuckin' hearts..."

    Blogging completely brings the worst out in me.

    And I'm fucked for tomorrows test; I can barely remember who my favorite Naruto characters are, let alone remember thirty fucking different leaves, their common names, their botanical names, their growing conditions, their use in the landscape, AND how to spell their god damned botanical names. -cusses-

    I have AT LEAST 7 memorized, so at least when I fail it won't be ENTIRELY epic. I'll get one nudge in on the beast, as opposed to literally slaying it or literally being slain. I hate this class for the workload. this test is worth 12% of my final mark. DX

    But anyways.

    To cheer myself up, I've taken to very temporarily fangirling Kakuzu. TEMPORARILY; very.

    And this guy is f#@$ing awesome... except for the fact he can't pronounce "Ka-ku-zu" worth shit. (but, as he says, "I know I'm not pronouncing it right and I don't give a fuckin' shit")

    This made me considerably happier. <3
    It's a biiiig step down from Caramelldansen, content wise, but I don't care. I f##@% love it.

    Oh, and there was no pub night tonight, for some reason.

    Wednesday, September 24, 2008

    I wanna go hooome. T_T

    I miss my puppy.
    And I miss having my own room.
    And I miss my posted of Kisame. (which is actually here at Ridgetown, I'm just too much of a chickenshit to put it up)
    And I miss my puppy.
    And I miss my friends.
    And I miss my sister. And maybe my brother, too.
    And I miss my puppy.
    And I miss having satellite tv.
    And I miss my gamecube.
    And I miss my puppy.
    And I miss food that DOESN'T make me sick two out of three days of the week.
    And I miss having a room with a single shower, all to myself.
    And I miss my puppy.
    And I miss being allowed to drink from a glass bottle. (cans, ick).
    And I miss my drawing books.
    And I miss my puppy.
    And I miss Saturday night anime (which I see every sat. night anyways, but that's beside the point.)
    And I miss having anime-fan-friends that don't like yaoi (nevertheless Jenny, i luv ya, I do, it's just... weird. XD)
    And I miss my puppy.
    And I miss my bed.
    And I miss....

    oh, enough of this fucking whining.
    but I do miss Zetsu, my puppy.

    I'll try to be postive.
    I have highspeed here?

    Yeah. That's all I like here. Well, the classes aren't bad...

    Speaking of classes, I missed my favorite one tody because DAMN LUNCH MADE ME SICK. ...AGAIN. Auuugh. I missed my three-hour class that I have every wednesday. and aparently we got to climb trees with badass harnesses AND I MISSED IT. -glares- I took a fucking four hour nap instead. Becuase I couldn't move. Because I was sick. So I got to miss my Landscape Management three hour lab. Fuuuuck.

    Moving on... -breaths in- at least I have highspeed.
    Highspeed. Highspeed. Yeah. I can't use Caramelldansen to cheer me up anymoar because it's depressing because it reminds me of that fucking long animation everyone keeps pestering me to make to that song. T_T For whyyyy?


    I'm taking a shower, then I'm going to bed.

    This is hte second last night I have to sleep here on these godaweful hard beds this week, then I can go home for the weekend. -breaths- FuckImissmypuppy.

    note to you guys; don't read Loveless. It... makes no sense. And there's a gay pedo. And everyone (except some) have cat ears/tails. bothuurs me.

    Tuesday, September 23, 2008

    STAG AND DOE >=|


    Actually yeah it was honestly one of the funnest parties I've ever been to.

    ...Y'know, aside from the discovery that Jackie hates me to the point of running off in tears because she seems to think I'm trying to steal her boyfriend.


    And Jenny Dunlop was there, yaaay~
    I was drunk lol

    Thursday, September 18, 2008

    Slightly better...

    I feel a bit better this morning, especially now that I've had something to eat.

    When my roommate got back last night she commented on the fact that pub sucked, without me having said anything; so that brought slight comfort, knowing it just wasn't me who thought it was hell.

    And, looking back now that I'm rested, showered, and fed, it really wasn't TOO too bad... just full of minor annoyances, more than anything.

    Well, I get to spend two hours in the Ag theatre this morning then I'm done for the week, so I'd better get going. Bye.

    Utter failure

    I just want to go home. Pub night only made shit worse. I hate it here. I want to go home... I just want to see all of my friends again... why does everything have to be so fucked up?

    I tried to make friends tonight, I really did. But it's so hard the only person that came up to me instead of me having to go up to them... you know what she said? The fucking bitch asked me "Where's your sleazy shirt?!"

    I'm just glad I didn't fucking punch her out. I managed to tell her; "I'm not a sleaze," but she kept pressing the matter.

    Why the fuck does everything here have to suck. All the guys don't socialize with girls, unless they "want" something from them. And we all know what that is. So that rules out my preferred group of friends.
    And all the "girls" don't like you if you're not a fucking skank.

    So where the hell do I fit in?

    Fucking nowhere.

    I wanna go home. I never want to have to come back here again. Everthing is so fucked up. I just wanna go home, to my friends, my family, to everything that's familiar. I want to see my puppy; I want to have him sleep on my bed again. Fuck, I just want a bed that isn't fucking rock hard.

    I hate my classes. I hate the people here (they hate me more, it seems). I hate the food. And I hate how fucking miserable I feel.

    I just want to go home.

    I want to put all this behind me.

    I'm going to go take a shower and then go to bed. Maybe I'll feel better in the morning, what with only 2 hours of classes for tomorrow and Pete's stag and doe tomorrow night.

    And Travis, I'm not sure what you were thinking about that I was thining about, so I can't take either piece of advice you offered. Because I don't know what the hell you were thinking. I barely even know what I was thinking.

    MSN me tomorrow, maybe. We might as well talk. I've got fucking no one else to talk to.


    Have you... ever been in one of those situations where, no matter what happends, it probablt won't be... good?

    On one hand; the very thing I've been praying for could come true. But... it's not fair to her... I would never forgive myself....

    But, on the other hand, I won't ruin her, but I... I will be... I'll have nothing left...

    I'm shaking really badly right now. I'm scared. I don't know what to do. I'm shaking like crazy. I'm so confused.

    I've dreamed of this happeneing, hoping it would, yet believing it wouldn't.

    And it did.

    And either way I'm fucked now.

    It was just a fun thoguht to entertain. I'm scared. I want this, but I don't.

    I'm so glad it's pub night tonight. When he came on msn just now and said what he did, i was soooo happy I already had a few buds in my system.

    Else I'd probably be crying. I don't know what to do.

    I refuse to explain. It's too complicated.
    And I haven't had nearly enough to drink.

    Pub night tonight!

    80's theme w00t!

    Anyways, today we got out an hour early (at two) and one of my classes tomorrow is cancelled, so I have only two whole hours left of school this week. XD Awesooome.

    Anyways; Travis, stop telling me to go to Seneca, it's depressing me. @_@ I really want to be there. Either there or in Newfieland with Britt. I haven't decided yet. I'll go to either one of the two when I'm done here.

    I'm not making many friends, it's a slow process; I don't like it. I feel so... out of place still. T_T It's not as bad as it was before, but it still really sucks.

    Oh, and Trav? There's a girl that goes here named Fanny. XD Do I win?

    Right. Well. I was up 'til two last night, and I was talking to someoneIrefusetoname on msn. Well, I'm just going to say you people know this guy. Anyways. msn, yeah. So I was talking to him, and 2 am rolled around and I decided to go to bed because I had a test in the morning. He was gonna get off too. So, tiredly, I typed "Bye, see ya on friday" ('cause I'll be hanging out with him there)
    and then
    out of NOWHERE, he says;
    "I love you. Bye."
    my response? - "O_O"
    "Uh oh..."
    "...Well, as long as it's "dearly not queerly" you're safe. XD"
    "...yeah... okay... i better go... bye..."

    So yeah. Traumatizing night.

    Anyways, I'll update again tomorrow, or tonight after pub night. Ciao, bitches. >=3

    PS I still haven't finished Sokkenai's Caramelldansen. T_T

    Wednesday, September 17, 2008

    Bwuh, is not so good.

    today wasn't all that great.
    I have a Plant Science test tomorrow... once again, the whole class is preparing to fail.

    Plant ID becamse ridiculously hard. Memorizing five leaf shapes, tree names, and botanical names last week was tricky, but easy at the same time.

    This week I have to do fucking FIFTEEN. DX I'm doomed for this test. fuckfuckfuck.

    In Landscape management, we got to re-seed a huge patch on the main lawn... woo... >3> Well, we got to drive around on all the different kind of big, badass mowers the school has first (so fun!) but i didn't, because I was excessively lazy. And Chris, the teacher-that-could-pull-off-being-a-student-because-he's-not-old-and-he's-awesome, asked why me and the person I was chatting with (shit, what's her name again?) why we weren't trying out the machines. She hates mowers, and she had a headache. I flat out told him, "I'm too damn lazy."
    and he said "Alright, fair enough," and laughed.
    It was great. XD but I got full marks for just showing up - three hours for 2% of my final mark is not so big a deal. Besides, the lady I was chatting with... well... let's say I don't feel COMPLETELY like I don't belong any more D:

    And I still haven't finished Sokkenai doing the Caramelldansen. (And to answer your question Trav, yeah, he's one of my OC's.)

    Tuesday, September 16, 2008


    -cackles madly-

    It's only half done so stfu. Be happy I'm even showing you.

    Monday, September 15, 2008


    He did it again. He fucking did it again. Remember the list from my last post of what I wanted to do to him? Well, that seems like NOTHING compaired to what I want to fucking do to him right fucking now. Because, not only did he do it again, he... well... let's jsut say she very well might be pregnant. And she's not even 16! That sick fuck! I'm going to kill him.

    There's only one thing that can calm me down.


    It's stuck in my head, but as long as it's there, he isn't.


    -focuses on Kakuzu and Zetsu- Breaathe Trish, breaaaaattthheeeee...

    Thursday, September 11, 2008

    I'll kill him.

    I'll fucking kill him.

    I just found out that my friend's girlfriend's roomate (a much older male) just raped her.
    now, I don't know this girl, nor do I know her roommate (or where they live), but I'm going to track him down and fucking kill him.

    My friend has been worried as of late because the girl in question... well, my friend watched her roommate hit her and stuff on webcam, so basically, before, it was just abuse (and I hated him for it).

    And now my friend just told me that she took an hour longer than normal to call... because that bastard raped her.

    Now my friend is hysterical and I can't do anything to fix that.
    Becuase I'm way to pissed.
    I can't even feel my teeth any more because my jaw is clenched to tight. I want to kill him. I want to fucking tear his nails out, bash his fucking head in with a pickaxe, skin him alive, break every vertibrae in his spine, and dance in his fucking innards.

    I want that bastard dead.


    -ignore the title plz-

    So yeah.

    Today was fun/sucky as ever.
    Surprise quiz... and 90% of the Plant Science class failed it lol lol lol. Silly teachers.
    He's not counting it towards our mark w00t w00t.

    But anyways. Yeah. Today wasn't a bad day, class wise. Nothing really stood out other than the failed test or the hour-and-a-half-and-then-some note in Plant ID. Ah well. What can you do.

    Tonight is Pub Night, once again... and I scraped up all the change I could find, and now I can actually afford a ticket. But they're sold out. At first I was mad (BOTH vending machines in the lounge have gipped me now, douchebags, stealing my moneys that I need for beer), but then I realized it doesn't matter, because if I buy the ticket, I can't afford the beer.


    there's always next week, I suppose.

    Wednesday, September 10, 2008

    SECONDEST POST EVER - Clay vs. Mud

    Okay, so this "random question" thing this blogger has is completely incompetent.

    The question I got was this;

    "If mud is dirt plus water, what is clay?"

    Most idiots would put "lol i guss clay is mud! lol lol"
    The people that are even bigger idiots would put "Clay isn't mud because it's clay, not dirt. But it's kinda like mud."

    HERE'S THE REAL ANSWER, SO PAY ATTENTION BITCHES. I'm only going over this ONCE! I'll post the qurstion again before my rant for your convenience.

    "If mud is dirt plus water, what is clay?"

    EDUCATED RESPONSE - MUD IS NOT MADE OF "DIRT". It is called "SOIL" - dirt is an undesired gritty substance within a place it should not be. That black stuff on the ground? that's SOIL. SOIL is in mud, not "dirt". Get it right, idiots.

    And "clay" is also a kind of soil; it's a texture of soil, actually. Sandy soils are the soils with the largest particles. Sandy soils drain easily because of this. the next step down is silt. Silt had alright drainage, but it could be better - the soil particles are smaller in this kind of soil. Then there's clay; clay is the smallest soil particle you will find, which is why the drainage in clay-y soils is terrible. The water doesn't flow through it as nicely. Yes, clay can be mud, but clay can also be dry, so it's just dry soil then.

    Jeez, whoever asked this question was an idiot.

    And if all of that went right over your head, here's the short way: Clay can sometimes be mud. And mud has "soil" in it, not dirt. And clay is a kind of soil.
    soil + water = mud
    clay = soil
    so clay + soil = mud, also.

    Get it?

    I should report that question, for being so f#@$ing stupid.

    First post? |D

    I was inspired by TB to do this so BLAME HIM for all the obscenities you'll find hurr D=<

    But aaaanyways.
    Best class so far? Landscape management. Our teacher (who could easily be mistaken for a student - he looks and acts like one, it's good fun) basically - they give us tools and let us run free all over campus butchering plants. D I kid you not. They even say "don't worry if you think you killed it, it's a plant, it'll grow back."

    Yeah... it was pretty sweet.

    I've got some laaame assignments
    Pub Night tickets (tomorrow night is Pub Night) are all runn'd out so it kinda sucks.

    Ah well, all in all, Ridgetown isn't bad so far. Could be worse - in fact, there's lots of other places (coughcoughSeneca) I'd much rather be, but... at least I get to go home on weekends and see my puppy. <3
    S'aaaaaalll gooooood.
    Okay, once I get some beer up here it'll be all good. For now it just kinda sucks.