Dreaming of Congee

Mmmm....craving a good hot bowl of congee right now.

It's getting nippy outside, so we turned on the heat. I'm all toasty. Sort of.

Lessee, what's happened lately? I got soaked walking back from campus on Saturday after two assignment meetings at Stauffer. When did CompSci suddenly become such a social major? I thought we were supposed to squat in front of our computers, growing paler and paler everyday until we had evolved into UV intolerant codemonkeys.

'Twas The Dude's birthday party on Saturday. We made him another chocolate brick with a "Super Builder" one dollar toy on top because we couldn't find another Bob the Builder candle.

I re-read Harry Potter Book 5. Ickle Harry is angry a lot of the time in this one. I had forgotten that. Finished it feeling depressed...am I the only one who found Dumbledore's Big Explanation very unsatisfying? Also read Volume 2 of the Cartoon History of the Universe (Springtime in China to the Fall of Rome).

"Breathe In" by Paloalto is my new favourite song. It's used in Hellboy movie (when HB is all beat to hell and he swipes a six-pack from some Hallowe'en revellers to relax a bit and to woo his lady friend at the mental institution.) The plot is a horrible mish-mash of the various comic storylines, but damn the music is good.

And lastly, a certain brother of mine failed to make contact with his sister last week when he was in town for his fiancee's birthday. So...

       Happy Birthday Katie! :)

And,

       Ming, your ass is mine! >:|

Actually some stuff did happen.

• I just found out that my friend Ashley was in a serious bike accident yesterday after class. She's in the hospital right now and seems to be recovering well, so will visit tomorrow providing I don't get lost in the hospital.


• Andrew, Friend of Bento, swapped West Wing box sets with his mom and lent us Season Two. He became our new favourite person until...


• Biku came to visit! Yay! She came with Trinity boots, Angel season one and a Spooka. SPOOKA! It's a ghost that lights up when you tap it's head! Eeee!


• Finished the horrendously ambiguous Assignment 1 for CISC 322 with Team Squinty (seriously, that is our group name).


• I totally kicked the Word Jumble's ass this week.


• A lymph node in my left ear decided this was a good week to become infected and ooze grossness out of my ear-piercing hole.


• SpaceShipOne successfully completed it's first test flight. Tarpon is one step closer!


• Went to the Cat Centre (Cataraqui Centre...not a centre for felines) today with Marge, Mike and Wnd. Got a "Boys are smelly" notebook for $5 (good) and a Dog of Glee bag for $3 (excellent). We dragged poor, shopping-embattled Mike all over that damn mall.


• Autumn has arrived. It is be-yoooo-tiful outside.

A Month In Which Nothing Happened



I spend a lot of time reading blogs, in which their owners report heartbreak, heartache, melodramatic shenagins and wondrous goings-on. I, on the other hand, have nothing to report. No news is good news, I suppose, but sometimes I wish I didn't lead such a terribly boring life.

This doesn't mean that I find a life full of tears and swooning and cursing of boys/girls/cats-that-litter-on-your-assignment appealing. (I've heard enough of that kind of thing in high school, from Rosedale girls bemoaning their alcohol-induced mistakes to friends who made mistakes while in perfect control of their mental and bodily functions.)

No, I sometimes wish that I actually did...stuff. That I was involved in something worthwhile or at least interesting. Jungle exploration, for example. Or perhaps the Kaleidescope program. But, being intolerant of mosquitoes and horrible with children (who don't respect so much as outwit this twenty-year-old), I haven't been able to find anything I can actually make a meaningful contribution to.

(I can't even prevent myself from ending a sentence with a preposition. Dammit.)

The funny thing is, it's not really bothering me as much as it used to. Well, it kind of sucks to feel like I have no aim or goal in life, but I am still in uni. Although some people my age seem to have their entire lives planned out (whereas I still don't know the contents in my fridge), I know God has something planned out for me (and yea, the Lord doth make His most Holy and Divine appearance in this blog. Huzzah!) and that my gift for eating cake batter and devouring books will be of use to Him somehow.