Lunch

Ash (me): *making spaghetti, begins pouring water out of pot into sink*

Elise: *sitting at kitchen table working on project*

A: *high pitched wail* Oh no! My noodle!

E: *high pitched yelp* Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Wuuuuuh!

A: *high pitched wail* Oh no! Two more noodles!

E: *high pitched yelp* AAAAaaaaAAAAAAAh! Wuuwuuuwuuuh!

A: *looks at Elise*

E: I feel the urge to scream whenever I hear someone else scream and I didn't know what you were screaming about!

...

A: *spaghetti finally on plate w/ sauce and brocolli*
Idea!!!
*spins to fridge and pulls out cheese*
Does she have a cheese grater???

E: I don't know
*begins rummaging through drawers*
She's got a peeler?

A: That won't work :(

E: *bathroom break*

A: *Rummages through more drawers then finds cheese grater*
*sings* Yaaaaaaaaah!
*glides over to plate on kitchen table with cheese and grater in hand*
*sings* Graters are so awesome, especially when grating cheese | Cheese
is my friend | It's also my frenemy | Because it's not nice to my
digestive system

E: *Comes back into room w/ camera*

Cat Fight

"Get off my pubic bone you filthy feline!"

Dear Interwebs,

The cat is pure evil... well maybe I provoked him a little bit.

I awoke to the sound of Prince Beau's incessant meowing and gave into his asking to be pet.

After a while of scratching his furry face I decided to animate his mouth and do a voice for him.

A few moments after stopping this and going on to just pet him, he ensued a delayed reaction to both bite and scratch my arm.

I can officially say I have been in a cat fight.

Life

The wheels on which this body runs are freshly greased and greatly worn

From start till end the week goes on, tightly knit into the next

No full stops, just short breaks, pauses result from overload

When thoughts wander, hours later, I find myself lost in something unrelated

Distractions of my wants for things, restricted to my student status

Priorities of student life yield not to socializing nor to experiences longed for

Once my degree has been achieved, once post-secondary is behind me: hope

It floats sweetly near this end: hope

A pause, long enough to embrace what I have been yearning

Maybe then breath can find its way back into my lungs, winding in and out of passage ways

Maybe then the neediness of studying can be forgotten, draining hours

Devoted to achieving an end

Happy Cat?

Dear Interwebs,

So for the past little while, Prince Beau has grown to love Elise and I... or so I believe.

Nothing evil as of late, although...

Well last week was the peak of my disgusting ill-being and one of the mornings Beau decided to wake me up in a meowing manner, but with a twist?

Beau: Meow
Me: *opens one eye* *grunts*
Beau: Meow *moves closer*
Me: *grunts* *closes eye*
Beau: Meow *bumps my nose with his*
Me: *opens both eyes* What do you want?

Cute right?

Not so much.

Up until this point we thought the cat was accidentally falling into the toilet when jumping up to the sink to get water. How very wrong we were!!! A couple of days after him waking me up like so I found him front paws first with his head plunging into the toilet bowl!!!

Disgusting, filthy CREATURE!

Sunday (yesterday)
I was the only one home and for the first time since moving into this place I got to sleep in! Beau cuddled with me the entire night. Very well behaved!

Except... when I woke up the first time (around 7:45am) I realized I was freezing because all of my sheets were bunched under him and a few things had fallen off on his side of the bed. And this is a single mattress, so there is NOT a lot of room!

Anyways, I went to use the toilet, firmly shutting the lid so Beau couldn't get anymore Eau de Toilette. After crawling back into bed and re-accumulating my covers and sheets I slept for two more hours and Beau nestled himself next to me.

Until the next Prince Beau experience
Ashley

Beau Bloggin'

Dear Interwebs,

Very tiny occurrence while doing laundry the other day...

So I decided that I would do my load of laundry as well as my roomy's and wash both of our beds' sheets, but of course, Prince Beau was lounging on Elise's bed. I tell him that I'll be taking my sheets off the bed first but then he'll have to move when I take off the other bed sheets. However, when I asked him to switch beds he just looked at me and started wagging his tail. Eventually I just threw one of the sheets over him and he leapt off the bed.

Later...

As I was folding the first load of laundry on my bed the cat ran into the room and jumped on my bed, leapt to Elise's bed, dramatically threw himself onto his back and proceeded to HISS at me. Then he jumped up again and leapt back to my bed and ran out of the room.

I texted, Elise, and told her that if the cat started walking on the ceiling I was going to call a priest because I thought it was possibly possessed.

Interesting... very interesting, I say.

Till next time the next hissy-fit.

Introducing Beau (aka Angus the transexual cat)

Dear Interwebs,

It has now been 2 weeks since we started living in this house with this cat and it has been decided, between my room mate (Elise) & I, that we MUST blog about this cat, so let me introduce him:

Beau is a 10 year old male cat with long-ish grey hair. He is very vocal with his meowing and very persistent in getting what he wants! This cat meows at you to follow him then shows you what he wants. He also knows how to open doors (he jumps and grabs the door handle). My room mate and I also believe that the cat is bi-polar, as he will meow at you to get attention and be pet but then turn around 2 minutes later and nip at your fingers. The lady who helps the home-owner organize her house told us that the reason his left ear is ripped is because he got into a fight with a raccoon and lost. This is only one bit of evidence of his evilness.


So I will explain our living situation first. The house is an older build in a nice neighbourhood and the only thing up to date in the house is the electrical... sort of. So my roomy and I leave Beau to his own room, therefore we share a room with side by side single beds. So we are in close quarters. I should also mention that my room mate and I like to burst out into random loud song and we meow at the cat and talk in creepy cat-lady voices to the cat, so really we kind of encourage his evil.

Anyways, we met Beau 2 weeks ago and since then he's made it clear that he is upset with his mummy leaving him with two strange university girls.

How has he shown this?The first evening we spent, we left our door open so Beau could roam freely through the night. That was a big mistake. He decided that at 5:40 in the morning he would wake us up to show us he wanted to go outside. My room mate told him off and went back to bed. Then at 6:45 he walked around my pillow and made me follow him, again showing me to the door. I then jumped back into bed and ignored him... or tried to.

He has also thrown up a lot since we've lived here, which the organizing lady told us he does everytime the home-owner leaves. It's not so bad cleaning that up because it's usually all solid and not very liquidy... unless it's tuna. So dry barf is twice and as of this morning he had two more but liquidy.

There were a few accidents which were not his fault but yesterday morning was an interesting one. I went to the bathroom first and he opened the bathroom door on me. Next my room mate went to the bathroom and he opened the door on her as well. We then went and ate breakfast then proceeded to brush our teeth. Loe and behold we found some gorgeous dense present in our bathroom sink. It's safe to say that neither my room mate or I decided against brushing our teeth after that stunt.

I am not sure what else this cat will pull on us, but he can be cute and then he pulls out his evil.

Until next devil's spawn cat stunt.

Awesssssssssssss sappy wappy awesome

Dear Interwebs,

Here is a quote

“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before; she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there."
-Bob Marley

and I got it off some girl's facebook page because I creep on everyone... I'm sorry

First Time Living on My Own

Hello Interwebs,

So I am currently trial testing living on my own, without my parental units, with my buddy, without my parents... ah, I see, I've mentioned this already. Well it should be interesting.

Today, after moving all my crap onto my side of the room my roomy & I went grocery shopping. I now feel very deeply for my parents having to buy unprepared food, it is EXPENSIVE! I also do not know how long this food will last us for, so by next week we may ALREADY be out, which would be a major bummer, but I guess this is one of those "live and learn" situations. Yes, build on my character and give me more life experiences just so I can tell my future children, if any, the hardships of being a university student and trying to supply food for oneself. And really I am only paying for groceries, not even rent! Sweet gig? Yes, I know.

Already I can see trouble though, not much studying is getting accomplished, but I will try to correct that by just hanging around the library more often and actually doing homework. Again, we'll see how that goes.

For now, however, I am off to maybe do homework... maybe

Thinking

Good afternoon, Interwebs,

The Fall term has begun and before it had, I felt completely unmotivated to return to school and get on with the beginning of the rest of my life, or whatever. Side note --> I'm finally off the prednisone so my spirits have lifted--

It wasn't until this past week at school where I got excited.

You know how people used to ask you, as a child, what you were going to be when you grew up and you had many answers made up from your dreams and hopes? Well, when you're a kid your answers are adorable, acceptable and potentially possible, but once you finish high school and get yourself into the young adulthood stage of life the question becomes more serious and based on what you know and can do your answers have to fall into the category of reality. Basically what you want to be has to be attainable within your abilities, skill sets, and willingness to work for it.

Up until now I've been indecisive about what I wanted to do. All I knew was that Anthropology interested me enough to jump in to as a major. So for two years I went along with the classes finding out which sub-fields of anthro really peaked my interests. Now that I am in my 3rd year of post-secondary and first attending year at a university, I have the hindsight that it isn't really until at least the 3rd year when you CAN decide what jobs you'll want to take with the major you have chosen. Everything within the first two years is too general to really decide what is going to keep you satisfied career-wise for the rest of your life or part of the rest of your life. In my first two years I figured "meh, anthropology will give me something to do, but in the end what will I do? I don't know." Now, however, I find myself getting more and more excited over the physical and archaeological sub-fields of Anthropology. And when I say excited I mean on the edge of my seat, smiling like a I've just inhaled copious amounts of nitrous oxide and laughing histerically over anthro jokes.

This year I hope to do my best in all my classes and actually study myself silly to the point where I can just snap and say something all anthropologically insightful. After taking the Archaeological Field Assistant Program this past Spring, it helped me actually see how anthropology is applied, so I have gained some experience and am not ONLY getting stuck with armchair anthropology. If I can really kick butt in my studies this year then I hope I can also get into a field school this upcoming Spring.

I have also just realized that I miss the "new" feeling I used to get whenever I moved as I grew up. Side note --> I've moved tons of times to different countries and continents up until the age of 14-- Only after leaving the nomadic lifestyle for a more sedentary one did I miss the constant moving about and always having to learn a new surrounding. This is why I am so excited to apply for field schools and maybe even study abroad? I'm not sure if I could go so far but I am 20 years old now and just feel like I need the independence from my family and the roots I have laid down in British Columbia, I need the "new" feeling again, I need to feel out of place again, I need to be learning like it's the first time again.

Well I suppose I will get there eventually. I finally feel like I can visualize a career in Anthropology, no longer just a thought or a filler in life, but an actual tangible thing that I can achieve and work with for as long as I can.

On that note, I should get back to studying and reading and colour coding my notes.

Meh

Work, work, work.
Wonderful Walmart

Type, type, type.
Internet Social Life

Think, think, think.
Hermet-Crab Alone Time

In a way I am glad that the summer is dwindling away. I will spend less time getting paid and more time spending hours to think up impactful papers. I will focus less on the dramas of other people's lives and focus more on the dramas within my academic life. This end stretch is all about final relaxation, calming down before I turn up the stress levels, and just having fun.

Good-Bye College

Dear Interwebs,

I am now in the throes of exams, wrapping up my last year of college. So far I'm doing a miserable job of studying and finishing up my final paper for a case study in our Forensic Anthropology class.

Anyshwhat, my friend Prime & I got to work our case together and I'm just typing it all out into a report, however, I keep allowing myself distractions just cuz I'm that bad of a procrastinator :(

My flare up is still all flared up but I'm on the mends so I'll be all set for the Archaeological Field Assistant Program starting the first week of May :D SOOOOOO STOKED!

I will definitely miss college and am not really looking forward to going to the university I am going to be attending but what can you do, right? Education... I guess it's necessary to get a real job (I say this sarcastically and when I say real job I mean career not just a job to pay the bills but a career to make me want to get up in the morning rather than want to keep sleeping dreaming of a job that I enjoyed). The college I attended was a good one and I am hoping I have the opportunity to meet a variety of ppl when I do move up to the big house instead of just making friends with people w/in my discipline so I can keep my mind open. But maybe that's just the anthropologist w/in me speaking, dunno, we'll see anyways!

Tata for now,
Ash

Stumbling when I should not be

Good Day Interwebs,

So I stumbled across this website: http://www.escapeintolife.com/artist-watch/kipling-west/
and thought this artist's work was really interesting.

That's really about all I have to say right now because I really do not want to start actually doing work :/ oh me oh my...

Connect the Dots

Dear Interwebs,

So I look in the mirror everyday, I change my clothes everyday, I take a shower everyday, I check my weight every once in a while (basically everyday).

For some reason I never seemed to connect the dots. Over the past year I have gained 15 lbs and have become more curvy or w/e. I have noticed the stretchmarks on my thighs and elsewhere. I have also noticed whenever I've gained weight. I look down at my gut rather often and poke it to see how bouncy it gets and how far my finger sinks into the flab that has developed on my stomach.

So why, until just today, after months of doing this and noticing these things have I actually fully realized that I have gained unhealthy flab weight?

I think it struck me most when I looked down and realized that the depth of my naval was more than before, as in I actually had push the flab out of the way to see the pit of it.

Maybe I only realized this now because I was trying to convince myself that the reason why I have had to up my pant size from a 4 to an 8 in no time at all was because of my medication and because I was becoming more of a woman....

Good heavens, I have let myself go!!!

I am now going to have to measure out how much food I intake because lately all I do is wait till I am starving and then stuff my face full of as much food in as little time as possible and then realize, once it has hit the full capacity of my stomach that "oh... I should have stopped eating 8 moutfulls ago"

Well, now I get to enjoy the painful process of monitoring my food intake and actually putting effort in to running on the dusty treadmill at the bottom of my stairs.

-_-
completely and utterly my fault....

Now.... OFF TO WORK.... or bed.... sounds better

I Hope Never To Be Found...

Dear Interweb,

Whoa is me...

I think I have become over dramatized thanks to all the TV shows I've been watching (the latest = How I Met Your Mother).

So I have been thinking a lot. I have been avoiding my homework. And I have been wondering whether I want to go into the future (and when I say future I don't mean two seconds from now, 2 weeks from now, nor 3 months from now, I mean life-altering events to shift my life in some way extremely!) at all.

Things that are now don't really last... ever... Like a friendship for example... you may be able to stop hanging out with someone and find yourself with them a couple years later and have it still be the same, but friendship, I have found, is never really a constant. Friendship is there always but the strength of it and the accessibility is never really a sure thing... or like I've said, constant.

My heart is a little heavy. I do not know whether what I want is still the same for one relationship I have. The other still feels the same but it's scary to me now. I do not think I want attachments so young in my life, but at the same time I'm afraid that if I let go there will be nothing for me at all when everyone else finds their One. So what do I do?

I'm not really sure and I just wish that things would cease to impress upon my mind their heavy loads when I'm already immersed in school and all that homework gunk... And right now I feel very sideways...

Not much sleep, days spent just watching the box, and barely interacting with people whom I have relationships of any sort.

Bahhhhhh. I wish I could drop what I'm doing indefinitely and go somewhere else for a time. Like Europe, Eurasia, or just anywhere not in the spot I am currently sitting.

This is also serving as another procrastination for the assignment I have due this Tuesday... it seems so easy! And should be but I'm placing it on a giant pedestal of Omfg-that-will-take-time.

I wish life could just be some fantastic movie script that never seems to end.

I think that I have actually decided though that I just hate those movie script endings that leave you wanting more because I like to play on my "fanfiction" brain and continue the story. I hate it because it lures me away from reality and when I've finally finished or found no where else to go with my imagining, I am left with the sad reality that I have nothing going on in my life (other than school) that keeps me grounded!

How wonderful it would be to just forget who I am and become someone else... beautiful and attractive perhaps? That would be fantabulous.

*sigh*sigh*sigh*

Well, back to reality and homework and my current bored-to-tears state of mind and state of life.

Good evening,
... Happily Ever After