I returned home to the farm yesterday for a two night debut. This morning I was wandering freely around the house and entered the 'good room'. Grazing over the pictures I realised my Fall formal picture was promoted from the buffet window to above the piano. At first I was thrilled it being such a great honour, the only other pictures on the piano are Grandparents and baby pictures. Then I realised what I had actually achieved. On the farm I am now a memory, a time passed. Even last night at the dinner table I reffered to my apartment as 'home'. Something that was careful not to do over Christmas Break, but now is so natural. I suppose not bad, but scary. I'm not the oldest member of my family, but I am the first one to move out. I don't really like it.

I have not as much walked out my apartment door in the past twenty four hours. For most people this isn't a big deal. Or at least for me at my parents house it isn't. But here in London I live in a 25x30ft house, a third of which I don't even live in. From one end to the other it's twelve pases! I think that this is a little odd and I'm well on my way to a life of modesty with little socail interaction. This would be the exact opposite of my current lifestyle. Or perhaps because it hasn't stopped snowing in London for the past 48 hours and I'm not willing to challenge the knee deep snow.

Doo wah diddy, diddy dum diddy do.

Last night I went to the bar with these fellows from the Netherlands. It was a riot. I wonder if I should be going to school for international something or other. I take a strong interest in other cultures. I remember when I was smaller and the only magazine that we really had lying around the house was National Geographic. That was okay though. I would always pick through and read about the Egyptians. I loved them. I just thought that they were the most erotic culture. Of course this isn't true. I only thought that because it was something other than what I was experiencing. I loved reading about frozen children they found in the mountains or Peru assumed to be human sacrifices. Yes, gruesome, but reveals so much about the society at the time. I'm not sure what kind of employment I would seek with such a degree, but many people don't with their present degrees so I suppose I would be in okay shape.
Regardless. I was at the bar with a bunch of people from Western Engineering, as well as these dutch people. One of them, Edgar, wants to be Canadian. He was so interested in our culture. But, when it comes to international things I'm more of a listener. Simply because I'm ignorant. So Edgar was going on about the way of life in Holland and I absolutely loved it. I could have sat with those guys and listened for hours. Not talked, which is a huge deal for me. Whatever.
Anyways. I would just like to make mention that I saw MANY people that I knew at the bar that night. Not one big group of people I know, but various large groups of people that I know. It was exciting it proves that the past six months I've been meeting people and making great friends. I also saw Ryan, which was VERY odd. I've been to the bar three times, un-eng related. Twice he's been there. I think that he has my phone tapped. Meh, I don't reveal anything important on the phone anyway.

When the fat content is not listed on the container, does that mean that it doesn't have any fat? I think so.

Can someone please cut my hair? It is WAY too long and I don't have the courage to do it myself!

A phone conversation is only as good as you want it to be. Sometimes, for multiple reasons, you just don't want it to be very good.

We all know that reading makes us more intelligent. It expands our horizons and opens our eyes to new opinions and ideas. Sometimes we are not able to embellish on the idea but instead 'adopt' it, whether it be in a direct quote or simply a paraphrase. We are all aware of plagerism. I, an individual with minimal writing skills, now understand why this is so important. The orginal writer/inventor feels robbed and violated when they are not given credit for something that is clearly theirs. I experienced this feeling while reading a recent blog. A blog whose contents were so simular to one I had written over two years ago it was shocking. No where in the blog is my name mentioned or even any recognition to another individual. The writer implied that her ideas are original and she too is a intellectual, sensitive and deep individual.
Hate is a strong word. When I use this to descibe my feelings towards him/her it's permanent. Not because I'm stubborn, but because I have a good judge of character and the individual is constantly sharing with my peers the undesirable personality traits I have previously identified.

I'm always talking about my independance. In reality, I'm terrified to be alone.

A woman was walking a dog down my street and then she stopped in front on my house and the dog pooped in my front yard! Of course she had her doggy bag and picked it up, but now there is a slight brown tinge to the snow. Is that allowed? Doesn't the dog have to poop on the otherside of the sidewalk? I hate city dogs.