Well, Happy New Year one and all! Yes, as per usual, I am very late and remiss in my keeping up of this thang. You're all going to get bored and tired of me, and just stop looking after a while. But maybe I'm just testing out who's truly interested in my little life, and who's not! So there.
New Years was as boring as ever, as I didn't do much. In Newfoundland, if you don't have a car, and if you can't winter drive, then you might as well declare that you're a shut-in and maybe get some government money! Everything closed at about 6pm on New Years Eve, and that included the buses. So, no going downtown or anything here unless you drive or taxi around. Don't have a car, don't have money, don't have a life!
Then again, when I lived in Vancouver with it's plethora of transit, I still didn't have much of a life so-WHATEVER!!
Instead, I went to on of my neighbours and had a glass of champagne, and watched fireworks from the window, and watched the cat get high on catnip (the cat was busted later and the “herb” was removed from the room), and watched it snow. Thrill-o-rama.
But it was alright. I was so dog tired from the semester that I really only wanted to sleep and read fun books anyway.
I did go and see the final Lord of the Rings movie! Whoopee!! Never as good as the book, and they did some weird things with a few things, but wonderfully satisfying after all was said and done. Mmmmm Aragorn.
My second semester at MUN has begun, and it seems like it will be alright. I only have 3 courses, so that kind of sucks, but I picked up more hours of work in the school library. Vive la livre! (Not one person better question my French…)
And now the weather:
Yep, it has decided to be Newfoundland and not Newfoundvancouver after all. My wonderful green Christmas and warmth and lovely rain are gone. It has been replaced with extreme snow, freezing rain, ice, WIND like you've never felt before. It normally takes me about an hour to get home from school, and for two days it took me about 4 hours. The bus drivers have finally been quelled, and they actually droves-l-o-w-l-y. Miraculous. School was closed today, although I didn't find this out until I was playing on my computer after I had already slept through my classes. What, me skip? Of course not. I just telepathically knew (after hearing the wind whipping ice and snow onto my window in a roar and reburying my head under my covers) that the school would be closed. And you see…I was right! Aaaahh, the sweet taste of being right. So good.
And of course I used my time productively. I played on my computer, I ate a few cookies, I drank a little tea, I watched a movie, I took a shower (eventually), and I tested some new sleeping positions that I've been meaning to try out. It's wonderful to finally have time to do those big projects that always seem to get put off.
Oh, and be sure to check out the images section…I finally got some pics developed. Not very stellar thus far, but they might be a tad interesting to a couple of you. I promise to take some more interesting pictures as time, and film, allow.
And I've heard my first two Folklorist jokes. They seem to relate to the fact that folktales, ballads, fairytales, jokes, folk remedies, and other bits of folklore are heavily categorized. I'm not sure if it's funny, but here they are:
Q: How many folklorists does it take to change a lightbulb ? A: Ten. One to change it and nine to document it.
A Folklorist takes his friend to a big Folklore Conference, and on their first day they attend a number of speeches and lectures. One of the guest speakers gets up and says, “419A,” and everyone in the room starts laughing. Later during his speech, the speaker says, “256,” and the whole room is reverberating with laughter. The friend looks around and is amazed. Finally, he pokes the Folklorist and asks him what gives. The Folklorist replies, “Since all the jokes are categorized and numbered, and since we all know the numbers, it isn't necessary to actually tell the jokes anymore.” A while later, the speaker finishes off and another lecturer is introduced. At the beginning of his speech, the new speaker says, “394,” and the except for a few faint chuckles, the room is silent. The friend leans over to the Folklorist and says, “What happened?” “Well,” replies the Folklorist, “You know how it is, some people can tell ‘em, and some can't.”
Hmmmmm. Maybe I should have decided to be a lawyer.
Alright, I'm off to actually do some reading and German homework. Keep watching the weather channel, and then everyone can have a good laugh at my expense! Bastards!
Happy New Year! I hope it's going to be filled with lots of good crap for everyone!