My February Break

Dear Diary,

My break was good... not great... but good. In summary, it felt like a normal weekend that kept happening over and over like that movie Groundhog Day but I didn't really look like Bill Murray and there were no rodents. Nevermind it was nothing like Groundhog Day.

I did lots of sleeping in, lots of frolicking through fields and read a book (That isn't even a metaphor for do drugs or something). I actually read Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell. It was pretty swell. If you see me in person you can ask for the full review because typing is a real buzz killer. I cannot type as fast as I'm thinking and that frustrates me. I wish the comp could T9 my thoughts and type everything I was thinking.

Also, if you have a tan as you read this... watch your back. I assume you went some place hot and tropical and I am so jealous. I might take out my envy slash jealousy on you. Its not your fault you were given the gift of getting to go some place amazing while I was left at home to cry tear after tear on this keyboard. Actually, it is shorting out as I type this.

Bye Friend

Research Paper Topic

For my 470 paper, I am going to research online cheating.
Hope that's all you needed Jay Wilson :)

My weekend...

I went swimming slash water sliding slash hot tubbing on Friday night with some peeps of mine. We went to Lakewood Civic Center. It was once I paid and took in a big whiff of the glorious smell of chlorine that I came to a realization. I realized that everyone was either not of legal drinking age or moms and dads with their little tykes. Then I remembered I LOVE SWIMMING. My favourite things include: swimming underwater from across the pool and then attacking peoples legs, stopping on the water slide and walking on my hands. My least favourite things include: floating Band-Aids and hair on the change room floor.

I am definitely not a morning person because I was whining about having to wake up crazy early on Saturday for my SciFi group interview when my dad asked "what time is it?". "It's at 10am." "That's not early!" Anyways, the interview was good. The evening unfolded at Alexanders, a far superior college bar to Louis.

Sunday included: Dim Sum at the place on Cumberland and 8th street, Strawberries and Cream Frappacinos from Starbucks and Hockey with little brother at the Brunskill Rink. *Please do not use this information to stalk me. :) The evening ended my weekend perfectly in that the temperature was so perfect. I was wearing a bunnyhug and could see my breath but was as toasty as a cinnamon bun.

Yours in blogging,
Lynn

Losing my blogging virginity...

Dear Diary,

I wish I had friends. But, seriously I really do. LOTS!!!!! Today's entry will explore a variety of topics including: the Starbucks vs Timmys debate, Beyonce's new dance craze and last but not least the wild world of public transportation.

Up to bat first is my rant on coffee. Whether you drink coffee or not statistics would suggest that you likely know someone who does. Starbucks often gets a bad rep that it is stuck-up and snobby because it uses tall, grande and venti for its size names. However, it offers superior service for a reasonable price. Albeit, Tim Hortons does have a market. But really until I'm too old to taste the coffee, WHY BOTHER?? It is merely brown water. If I am stuck on campus, I simply order half coffee, half hot chocolate to dilute the flavour.

Secondly, if you have time go to youtube and watch Beyonce Single Ladies video, I highly recommend you do so. It is so addicting. Also, there are some great spoof videos too. My favourite part of the dance is where she punches the air in a downward motion. Enjoy!

Lastly, what is the deal with the bus. Blah! People smell funny and I'm not excluding myself from this observation. Main pet peeves are people yelling into their phones or the bus being nowhere near the posted time. When I grow up I am totally getting a car. I want to put a licence plate on my bike that says "My other ride is the bus." So much shame. The DART bus acronym should be Departs At Random Times.

From your Best Friend Forever,
Lynn