I think the zombies are going to get me..

So this weekend my fake parents are leaving me to go back to one of their hometown. I'm not sure how I feel about this, mainly terrified actually. I hate staying alone actually and can probably count the amount of time in my entire life I have actually been alone over night. I come from a ridiculously large family(the multi-divorce kind, not crazy religious kid) so I rarely, if ever spent the night alone before I went to university. I also come from a dog family so if my parents were gone I always had the knowledge that my dogs would protect me as well as the fact that I had someone else there with me. So now I am staying alone with only the kitty to protect me. And coincidentally tommorow I get to watch a super scary movie in International Horror Films tommorow. So I might be having an interesting aka terrifying weekend alone. Here is a list of things I could do to be a rebellious teenager since my parents are gone

1)Drink their alcohol and refill the bottle with water

2)Throw a party and hide the evidence

3)Steal the car and go for a joyride (A la Degrassi, both old school and new generation)

4)Invite boys over and let them in my room(possibly my parent's room)

5)Eat only junk food and stay up ridiculously late

However what will probably happen is I will hundle with the cat unable to sleep because of the fear of muderers and rapist..damn horror film class..

I am friggin hungry..

As many of my friends may have realized I can be quite an unpleasant person when I am hungry.. I get grumpy and defensive and generally this would indeed be the easiest time to pick a fight with me.. Since I am dying of starvation and don't want to fight with my aformentioned roomates one of whom is making a delicious meal of spaghetti and homemade meatballs I am writing here instead. Here is a list of my favorite foods.
1) Cake- all cakes basically but especially cheesecake
2)Pie
3)Steak
4)Candy
5)Berries
6)Fresh Peaches
7)Fetticini Alfredo
8)Mushrooms
9)Ice Cream
10)Barbecue chicken
11)Potatoes is pretty much any form
12)Fudgesicles (really any frozen treat)
Well Since this has helped nothing except to make me more hungry I am going to think of other ways to occupy my time until dinner, perhaps by taking a nap.

A shout out to my fake parents..

I love my real parents who have nurtured and cared for me my whole life..However being a university student I have "flown the nest" and with that seperation they have been parenting me alot less.. However I have discovered some lovely surrogates in the form of my roomates, a wonderful engaged couple. They treat me as most parents would; making me go to bed when they believe its a reasonable time, making me eat/drink things even when I don't want to and making sure I do my homework.. Although the bedtime is more like making me stay up until 5 in the morning listening to bagpipe music or watching greek and the food/drink I don't want might happen to shots or liver they are quite effective parents. Tonight I finished my french homework at their encourgement and they even manage to get me to get my driver's licence( something my actual parents did not accomplish). So this post is mainly to say that without these surrogate parents, I would be living a sad, hungry and much less fun life.

Things I should not be doing..

I should not be writing in my blog or watching Desperate Housewives both of which I am currently doing.. I have lots of reading in french, renaissance drama and medieval in the 20th century..also I have lots of reading for my classes the next couple of days as well.. Working with school as well as trying to have a social life has made me quite busy.. as well as my sweet procrastination skills.. I am to tired and distracted by tv to be remotely amusing.. I'm sorry t-pain.. tommorow at work might be a boring one..but I will try and write something more amusing than this quite soon..

What should have been a busy day..

Lat night I went to bed with the thought that I was going to have a ridiculously jam packed day. However this morning I woke up to discover that my class was cancelled and all my busyness was focused on my need to go to campus. So instead of having a busy day I am now have an unproductive semi-lazy day. So far me and W have made breakfest wraps/sandwiches and I'm now doing nothing on the internet. I should probably use this time productively and get caught up on reading but there are still some other things that I would like to do before I work at 5 after which I have a wine and cheese with my sorority ladies.. I certainly hope the rain will clear up before that and that tonight will be a lovely evening..I also hope that the reason my prof cancelled was because it was friday and it was raining out..because it would be great if that happenened every week..

Avoidance..

Because of awkwardness or perceived awkwardness avoidance is a large part of my life. This can occasionally be quite easy such as when the person you are avoiding is not someone you see in regualar life and then you can simply avoid facebook messages and msn. However when the person you are avoiding becomes part of your everyday life i.e classes avoiding can be quite tricky. Everytime I avoid someone or something I usually end up finally giving up eventually and confronting the problem or rather begin talking to the person and avoiding the issues still. This is usually not as bad as the stress avoiding someone daily can cause. I wish I could be one of those people who face confrontation head on and can openly air their issues. However I am usually more of a repressor with the occasional dramatic outburst. I also wish that I could stick to my guns more and if I have an issue not just push it to the wayside. This is the kind of person I would like to become rather than someone so complacent. Because complacency and avoidance don't resolve anything and usually hurt me more than anyone else.

Things that I do not like..

My most hated thing about university is those people in class that think they know everything about what is being taught and keep talking during class and even the prof is getting visibly irritated and yet they don't shutthefuckup as they should. If you are one of these people, here is what I have to say: Nobody cares that you repeat what the prof has just said, if you have an amusing annecdote to go along with the subject or that actually don't know wtf you are talking about. On a more pleasant note, my lovely friend t-mo finally updated her blog in apparent retaliation to my frequent updates..To you t-mo I don't always drink alone in my room while updating my blog, just when the alternative is attending a couples evening without being a part of a couple..haha I love you tho..Yay for updating blogs!..

In which I miss my family..

This is the beginning of the fifth year that I have live on my own. Not consecutively as there have been some stints in this period of time where I have lived at home. However my homesickness actually never goes away. Living away from your home comes with the realization that in your life there will always be people you are missing. I think this has been the saddest realization I made growing up. My life has always involved my family being in different places( being from a family of divorce and frequent moves) but it is something I never get used to. My ultimate dream is that everyone I love will one day all live close enough that it take two minutes to see anyone. This is clearly not realistic and even with that wish I feel as though its time to move on soon. Maybe this is just because I know school is ending soon but something inside of me is telling me that I'm done with this university town and that it is time to move on.

Who said I'm not domestic?

Well tonight I had my first experience with driving in about 4-5 years..It went ok minus the terrified noise I make anytime anything except straight roads happen..Frig I'm from small town N.S not from a semi regular city driving.. also backroads PEI so semi city driving= mainly terrifying.. So To get to the domestic part I am making banana muffins to get rid of the semi rotting bananas on top of our fridge.. I'm not sure how they will turn out but they smell pretty awesome so far.. I've decided theres nothing like beer and making muffins to calm a person down after terrifying driving experiences..Does drinking beer while making muffins make it not domestic? I guess we'll see once we eat said muffins..

Tools of Procrastination

I would consider myself a master of the art of procrastination. I really wish I could be one of those people who cold get things right away and therefore not have to worry the hour before something is due whether or not you will finish in time. Its a mystery to me why I do this.. but it just seems that I can't get motivated until the extreme last minute and sometimes after that. I have been known to see due dates as sort of fluid things and I often try and get away with passing things in weeks after they are due if the penalty is not that severe. This is not to say I'm not a good student, but I imagine that I would have much better grades if I did not willingly sacrifice marks to the gods of procrastination. I can procrastinate in many ways but I am mainly a fan of procrastinating with things that I deem as useful such as: calling home (this keeps me from being homesick), cleaning my room, taking a shower, reading for a different class, making list of things I need to accomplish, eating, and now writing in my blog(which proves the point that it is not hard to update your blog everyday). However one of my main tools of procrastination is completely useless: the evil facebook..also reruns of tv shows I have already watched.
However this year I want to turn over a new leaf. I don't believe I can completely cut procrastination out of my life but I am going to set what may seem like a small goal for myself but I imagine could make quite the difference: This year I will always pass my work in on time as well as I will keep up with my readings.

someday soon dementia will overtake me..

I am convinced that I have premature senior dementia. There are many signs of this in my everyday life.. Here are several examples:
1.Today I could not figure out how to plug my computer back to its cord after I had unplugged about an hour before.
2. I once looked for my toothbrush for like 10 minutes when it was actually in the toothbrush holder.
3. At work I try and do something I've already done disturbingly often. (I work a cashier at a hardware store so it is not that hard.)
And there are probably more examples but I can't remember them because I am going senile..

What is on my glasses?

After a lovely evening out with my friends, I am faced with a question I usually ask after drinking; How do I get my glasses as dirty as I do? This is sometimes easily answered but last night I managed to be a semi regular person while drinking so there are really no apparent reason why my glasses should be this dirty. One of life's mystery, I suppose. I have noticed lately that I hate the bars but never realize it until get out. Which is actually quite unfortunate. I did manage to barge off, one of my classic moves. Pretty uneventfull.

I love Naps

I love naps.. I have ever since high school when a slight iron deficiency made me need to sleep almost constantly.. A sample conversation with my mother from this often went like this:
Mom"I didn't even realize you were at home"
R- "I was asleep, but I was suppose to hang out with some people. Did anyone call?"
Mom- "Yeah but I told them you weren't here"
Anyways this love of sleep may have kept me out of some trouble. However depending on my level of iron I usually need much less sleep but napping was still something I loved to do whenever possible. I sometimes would rather get up early if it means an opportunity for a nice afternoon nap. My schedule this year is not very accomadating to napping but today I an opportunity arrose for a nice afternoon nap. However, horror of horrors I could not.. My ability to sleep in the afternoon seems to be gone. Which is a shame because naps often produce the most interesting dreams, which are always good for a story. While on the subject of things I love, here are some other things sleep related that I adore: My duvet, My sleeping pillow, really funny dreams, sleeping puppies, sleeping in, school cancellations that allow you to keep sleeping.. Things I hate about sleeping: people waking me up for ridiculous reasons (such as to tell me a funny dream, tell me in the morning once I am awake), alarms that don't go off, annoying beeping alarms, not being able to fall asleep, people who snore.. Well that is all for now as must soon go out to eat with one of my favs, T-Pain.

My "Official" Name..

As of recently quite a few of my close friends have blogs which I follow on a regular basis. This fact alone didn't inspire me to create a blog of my own, but rather the frequency of which some of them update their blogs. Apparently I am a hypocrite because I don't have a blog myself and don't understand. I hate to be a hypocrite.. Also I can't figure out how to comment on their blogs without having a blog of my own. So anyways for about a week now I've been considering stating a blog of my own, I simply wasn't sure of the angle I wanted to use on my blog. My initial instinct was to chronicle my single life and my secret hate for my friends in relationships but I'm not actually that bitter and I actually do love my couple friends.. However today an event occured and I realized that my blogging destiny might be to chronicle these type of things that seem to happen to me with frightening frequency. And so the story of how at twenty two I finally got my beginners, the first step in being allowed to drive a vehicle:

First off I actually have had my beginners before, about 5 years ago apparently. However I never felt confident enough to go to for the actual road test. This is a long and semi interesting story but really besides the point, except for the fact that once I went to univesity I allowed this begginers to expire and never gave it a second thought because during my time at university I never had much access to car. However this year I was presented with the opportunity to have a car for a bit and I was also faced with the realization that after university I might have a job where a car was necessary. So I went for my license and successfully passed the test. None of this is particularily ridiculous until I received my licensed and realized that they misspelled my name. So to sum up I now have a license that list my name as Roby M.! and I was to afraid of being a nuissanse to get it changed.. but I figure this is motivation to get an actual license so I can get them to change the stupid thing to my actual name. And maybe semi motivation to stop being a pushover..haha