Laughing is so underrated! 

Merry Christmas to All and to All a Good Night

After a long day of copious amounts of food, drink and presents, I lie in bed content and jetlagged (10.07 pm according to my Canadian set computer clock - reality lies 6 hours ahead of that).

Since last time I've decided:

• It feels REALLY good to be done exams
• Flying is very, very overrated
• So are airports
• as are luggage weight limits and being forced to repack in the middle of hordes of crabby Christmas travellers at Pearson airport
• It wouldn't hurt if air hostesses were just a little friendlier. and by friendlier I mean not snarl ifyou ask for another drink.
• Christmas food, Diet Coke and possession of a dishwasher make me a happy camper
• The idea of seeing a certain someone again after 2 months makes me infinitely giddy and nervous at the same time

It's now only 10 days until Singapore, which seems entirely unreal, but I'm incredibly excited to go, although I wish I had at least another week or two to spend time with people here in good old Norwegen. I have naturally not started to unpack my ridiculous amount of stuff - I'll save that for another day.

Peace, love and artery-clogging Christmas cuisine to all!

Board Games and Strip Clubs and Pizza, oh my

Last night started out innocently enough.

I invited some guys over for a fun night of pizza, beer and Jeopardy!.* This quickly turned into a cutthroat game of Trivial Pursuit and more beer. Well, one thing led to another, and before I knew it I was sitting between 4 of my friends at the Plaza Hotel, Kingston - also known as the sketchiest strip club in the nation, surrounded by boobs, retired strippers and bearded old men that give the term "ogle" new meaning.

How did this happen, you ask? Well, I'm not entirely sure. But I have to admit - although I could have done without the bird's eye of a stripper's privates, last night was a lot of fun.


*OK, so I am a geek. But don't knock drinking + trivia gameshows until you try it.

Nothing beats the blues like champagne for breakfast

Alcohol is the way to go.

School is garbage - I feel like such a waste studying something I really don't care about at all... Motivation is lacking.

Maybe shots will help?

Voyeurism vs Exhibitionism

Being new to this blogging thing, I just finished browsing through a fair amount of them (further exemplifying my procrastinatic nature) - and I have to admit, I feel like a bit of a snoop. I know, everyone publishing these blogs are publishing them voluntarily, but I wonder if everyone is aware of the people who actually read their personal accounts of their lives. I'm sure there are lots and lots of people who are check others' weblogs on a daily basis, and start feeling as if they are part of their lives, despite never having met or communicated with that person.

Maybe this new trend of weblogging is related to people's desire for celebrity - when you have large amounts of strangers following your life or your opinions, maybe you feel like a celebrity on some level. Usually, we only get this type of insight to celebrities' lives through paparazzi photography, trashy magazines and TV, but here, we can go straight into the personal lives of people with the click of a mouse.

I find it strange, because for years I've been trying to keep a diary or journal, but I've always stopped writing after a few entries, because it feels unnatural to write to no audience. Here, however, I've posted many times just in the last week, and I really don't think that I'm going to stop doing it! Since you either have some sort of audience (be it just randomers like myself who was browsing blogs out of boredom, or people becoming inreasingly obsessed with your life), or are there is a chance that someone might actually read what you write, is there greater incentive to actually write?

I have to admit that I've never been very exhibitionistic, but since I started this blog,I have had 2 comments from complete strangers, and for some reason I feel flattered. The comments were neither praise nor criticism, but I was still strangely happy with getting them. Maybe it's because when complete strangers are actually reading what you write, you feel like your perspectives and opinions matter - why else would someone read and actually comment on what you write?

Either way, I have to admit that I'm almost disturbed with how much interest I took in reading about others' lives. I know that curiosity is what leads to most major discoveries, debate, interest and so on, but why are we so curious about other people, when we don't even know them?

The pool of my apartment in Singapore. I am no longer sad about being broke now. Being broke with an awesome pool in a hot climate is a lot better than being broke in a shitty house in a cold and miserable climate. Such wisdom! 

If i had a million dollars

It really is too bad that I'm currently about, well let's see, $999,998.44 away from the million. Yes, that's right, my account has the extravagant balance of $1.66.
Which is the equivalent of:

• one soft drink from a vending machine (if i muster up the extra 9 c - which I'm sure I could locate on the floor somewhere)
• one international stamp (to mail a "send more money" card to sympathetic family)
• approximately 150 g of bulk candy
• a loaf of cheap bread
• 1 load of laundry

or

• the bank fees required to actually withdraw this money.

In other words: i really only have 16 c cash left over - not enough for bread, stamps or soda. Maybe a piece of bulk candy if I'm lucky.

Seriously though, I miss those days when being broke actually meant not being able to afford the jeans for $200, so getting a shirt instead. Now broke means: no money in any account, owe one person $85.50, maxed out credit card and 2 bills have yet been paid. Quarters are officially great change, and locating a loonie is like striking oil. I wish I had the money matters sense to not throw away my money at a rate that leaves me like this at the end of the semester. What am I doing?? How can I be in Commerce, and still lack the sense to actually budget (well, follow the budget).

I think I'll scavenge couches for an additional $1.84 and buy a lottery ticket.

Today is going pretty slowly though - despite having expertly copied and pasted the questions of my take-home exam into, I can't seem to get around to actually getting anything written. Quelle surprise.

But it is officially only 19 days until I am back in the homeland, where reindeer dinner and Christmassy goodness awaits. Which brings me to my next question: How the hell am I going to get Christmas gifts with cash flow skimpier than Pamela Anderson's favorite skirt? Methinks the family will be getting some "charming" cups cleverly made from toilet rolls. I'm hoping I have not passed the point where anything home-made is "cute" and "dear". Otherwise, I was just informed that this year I will be photoshopped into the Christmas card picture my family sends out - ah, the sense of belonging technology brings.

Anyways, it's time for me to get back to not writing my exam - the only thing keeping me through exams right now, is the fact that I won't be taking another one at Queen's for a year after I'm done.

Score.