Early Acceptance WooooHoooooo

Good news is great isn't it?  On Monday I came home from Footloose practise and was trying to rush out the door in an attempt to avoid my parents from hindering me going out for dinner, when my mother dropped an interesting tidbit of information. 

"You've got some mail at the table" she said.
"Cool" I replied with an obvious reluctance in my voice.
"It's from the Universities"
For once in a very long time, I actually stopped to inquire further about something she said. 
After telling me that they were sitting on the kitchen table, all I was thinking was that I hoped she hadn't opened them already (as she often does).  To my surprise they lay on the table untouched. I grabbed them,  ran out of site of my parents expectant eyes and opened them.  The first one I opened was from Western because Western is my first choice, and it was just some information on their school.  Next was Laurier because it was big and big packages feel better to open and it was an offer of early acceptance!! WooHoo.  While Laurier isn't my first choice it's still nice to have a "fall back" option.  It also made a lot of the time I've spent working on school stuff and studying worth it.  To see a tangible example that it was worth it. 

But for now I just got to keep up working hard so  I can get my marks as high as possible.  After all, the University marks are due in Feburary!!!! Scary stuff.

Appreciation Day

So many things in the world go unappreciated and if this blog prompt gives me the option of sharing what I feel deserves just a measly day, well that's awesome.  The item I believe deserves more appreciation is bacon. Greasy, salty, bad for you bacon.  Now for the bacon enthusiasts who may be thinking "Bacon is pretty well appreciated in North America.  It's on like every McDonald's product!" I say nay.  No bacon should not only be appreciated in the groggy hours of the morning, or on the burgers of the golden arches.  I say that bacon should not only receive a day, rather a week.  A week of salty crispy heaven in piggy form. 

During this week people would do nothing but eat this delectable pork product from paradise (or dishes that rely heavily on the use of bacon).  And people would not eat the watered down phosphate pumped imposter's of today, but rather enjoy the taste of true salt brine delicious bacon. 

At this time I would like to salute the men and women of long ago who helped form the history of bacon.  You've probably heard the term "bringing home the bacon?" well it originated in the twelfth century when an English church in the town of Dunmow promised a side of bacon to any married man who could swear before the congregation that he had not fought with his wife for a year and a day.  Not only has bacon been nourishing the manly need of bacon for hundreds of years, but it has been saving marriages everywhere.  This is most likely why divorce rates are so high...PEOPLE DON'T GET BACON FOR BEING NICE TO THEIR WIVES!

Yes bacon may be appreciated early in the morning, but it is obvious that bacon is worthy of a week.  Thank you piggies, for becoming bacon.

I Think I'm Old

I'm 18, relativly healthy (I like to think), and yet over the past couple weeks I found myself freaking out more and more about my health.  This morning for example, I woke up and my heart rate was about 120 bpm, which is way above the heart rate of an average teen who has tachycardia, which is rapid heart rate (that's right, I looked it up).  The other day my right eye went a little blurry so I looked that up too, I think I have ocular glaucoma, which is damaging of the retina.  To counter this attack on my body I started eating a lot of carrots... Okay so maybe I overexaggerated many of these syptoms and maybe they're just in my head, but I can't help but thinking that I'm way to young to be worried about how fast my heart is beating and eating carrots.  I should be eating kfc everyday with a side of cake while drinking a swiss chalet chicken dinner blended into smoothie form.  Yes, that would be great but maybe I should try and find a balance...hmmmm.
What about kfc with a side of cake while drinking a swiss chalet chicken dinner blended into smoothie form, with carrots for added goodness.  Yes that sounds like the life for me. 

But in all honesty its probably good to check out stuff, Symptom Checker (symptomchecker.com) is so legit, however akward it may be.  Embrass the old man inside all of us and eat some carrots.

Graffiti

It's ironic that we were given this post topic because the majority of the beginning of my year has been spent discussing this very issue.  More generally, we discussed the usefulness of art, artists and if it's worth pursing.  The all wise, all knowing Mr. Ball wisely pointed out that art really has no point.  At all.  Like it's completely useless.  He then added that once you accept this fact, art becomes a tool to make this life mean more than just living from day to day. 

And now we arrive at the topic of graffiti.  It's cool, clever, smart, but only sometimes.  I can appreciate a lot of what the artists are doing and in my opinion I think it's fine.  Painting on the side of an abandoned train car, or the side of a broken down building is fine but a lot of the time it's in inappropriate places.  I like the idea of letting people graffiti up a wall as an event, great.  But people who are irresponsible need to make amends for what they did. 

People who tag overpasses, sidewalks and buildings are just vandal.  I mean if you really want to express your artistic passion then you can find a place that isn't public property.  Graffiti just seems like another way of people rebelling and claiming artistic expression. 
Sometimes I think Plato had the right idea...

Whaddya Think?

Writers craft is one of my best classes this year (although I'm fifth year so I only have 4, but still one of the best) and on a positive beginning note I have more positives to say than negatives.  You know how every year you have one presentation or project that you did good on and actually enjoyed doing?  Well this year I had two (I know, I'm breaking the rule for number of awesome presentations per year).  I love that we get assignments to be creative, to entertain, and talk in high pitched child voices.  If there is one thing I could ask for, it would be more "mini-projects" that focuses on an aspect of writing and try and use that in an interesting way. 
I do feel however that there are a lack of free gifts...doesn't everyone want a shiny new pencil now and again?  Oh, picture this, maybe if a student in the class has everything done, and is up to date with blogs, assignments, etc. they get facebook privileges during logging periods.  Good stuff right?  Maybe that's a way you could motivate people to get their work done. 
As earlier expressed in the year, it seems that a lot of people in the class enjoy lyrical writing and I really think that we should try a unit on that.  And when we have the lyrics all done we can record them (optional). 
Remember the writing prompt that involved drawing several objects like a horse, ladder, cube and all that?  I think we should do more prompts like that (more interesting).
Optional naps wouldn't hurt either
On second thought, naps should be manditory.

Christmas Blog

For the first blog back from Christmas break, I'm not going to post something about my holidays or whatever, but rather something near and dear to my heart; spacers.  Now for those who don't know what I'm talking about, I speak of course of the big holes in people's ears and currently I am at 00G which is about 8mm diameter, but I have been up to more than half an inch.  The question I always get is "why?" and the answer is usually respond with is "I think they're cool".  But honestly it's more of one of those things you know you're going to regret down the road but you can't think of down the road when you're stuffing in your tapers.  When I got to half an inch, or 12mm I soon realized that they're never going to heal fully; and to test this over the summer I took them out and low and behold when they were fully healed there was still a 1.5mm hole.  So now I'm left with these things for a while, which honestly I'm fine with because I like them, and I do intend to go bigger because why not right?  I'm stuck with them anyway until I get surgery to fix 'em.  Go big or go home right?  But the second most thing people ask me about them is "how big are you going?" and in reply I usually stretch my arms up in the air and tell them "until I can fit my arms through them".  I'm joking, of course, I think that's just way too big but for people that do stretch that big go for it.  I secretly wish I could fit dinner plates in my ears too, how convenient?