Procrastination...

So I've finished the entire season of Project Runway Canada which was completely worth wasting that much time. I won't reveal who won for those watching (sorry Rob for getting you into this) but man I love that show.

Right now I'm trying to waste as much time as possible before I have to write a paper, and I mean it's not even that long of a paper but being a science student I always go through this process before I actually get the paper done:

1. Denial - I won't actually have to write the paper if I put it off for long enough.
   
2. Anger - God damnit, I hate writing!
   
3. Bargaining - Okay, maybe I can convince my English-major roommate to write it for me.
   
4. Depression - There are so many things I'd rather be doing than this, le sigh.
   
5. Acceptance - Shit! Only 2 hours before it's due; time to get this done!

It's really a pretty accurate portrayal.

If you would like to procrastinate, like me, please follow the following steps:

• check all email accounts, even the ones you never use anymore. Who knows maybe your long lost twin sent you an email. [Time Waste = 20 minutes]
  

• check Facebook because chances are you were invited to a group about something you don't care about. Worse case scenario: do some Facebook creeping. There's no better time waster than going through photo albums of people you barely know. [Time Waste = 2ish hours]
  

• Youtube. I'd suggest starting on the main page videos and going from there. [Time Waste = 3+ hours]

• If you still have some free time, you probably should do the work you were avoiding in the first place.

And on that note, I'm going to try and do the work I've been avoiding by writing this blog entry.

Project Runway Canada: Episode 1

May I start by saying that I am completely jazzed (not sure why I chose to use that word, too much excitement to choose a better one, ahh) about this season starting up. It's also pretty exciting, for whatever reason, seeing places you recognize in a TV show (as lame as that is).

This time around it's being hosted by Iman, which I have to say is pretty hilarious for two reasons:

1. It's almost as if the producers of the show were trying to keep up with the 'foreign appeal' a la Heidi Klum and scripted Iman as the host. Her accent is somewhat annoying, but oh well, I will deal with it.

2. Out of left field a couple times during the show she'll make this extremely harsh comments and I'm pretty sure I said, "Oh snap!" because they were pretty good burns. (For example, there was one part in the show where one of the designers created a reeeally short dress and the judge from Elle Canada was saying that it was a dress that Victoria Beckham would wear. Iman comes back and says, "actually it's probably not short enough for her." Iman: 1 VB: 0)

Out of the designers, my two favourites at the moment are Biddell (kind of alternative and really funny) and Marie (so strange and French).

In this episode, the designers had to make an outfit using 3 items from another designer's suitcase to create an outfit that is wearable. I have to say that I love this challenge (they did it in the original Project Runway as well). A lot of the outfits turned out great but a couple of them were just brutal. It almost makes you want to look away, and yet you stare at the monstrosity coming down the catwalk.

The best part is: the entire season is online which is convenient because I am terrible at trying to catch a TV show for a specific time.

Watching this show is pumping me up so much. I just want class/exams to be over with so that I can get back into sewing hardcore. 4 more weeks!

SO EXCITED!

The caps lock and exclamation mark may seem like a bit much but that's how I feel inside. This is because there is so much I'm looking forward to:

• new apartment
• spring
• end of the semester
• summer
• being able to use my sewing machine again

So, one of my roommates from this year is moving out with me into our own apartment and I'm oh so very pumped. It's all I could hope for: cheap, free parking, laundry facilities, close to downtown, and the bedrooms are huge. My room is already painted seafoam green, and somehow I'm really excited about that too. I've always wanted to paint a room that colour but was too afraid, I guess. But seeing as the room is already painted that colour, it's risk free. Or something.

Since my room is so big (or at least much bigger than the shoebox I live in right now) I'm planning on bringing the ol' sewing machine up from home and get back to it. It's actually been too long since I've been involved in a serious sewing project, so it's exciting to get back into something that I love to do. Perhaps when I finish some projects, I'll post some pictures of said projects.

I'm excited about the summer because I'm planning on staying in Guelph which makes me very happy to think about. Last summer was so shitty; living in my parents house and lifeguarding nearly everyday. And some of you may be thinking, "what's so bad about lifeguarding?". To that, I answer, because it quite possibly one of the most boring jobs. Yeah, you get to sit around and do nothing. But seriously, sitting around and doing nothing for 12 hours, 6 days a week loses it's appeal quickly. So this summer I'll NOT be living at home, NOT lifeguarding, and able to go downtown when I please. (Hence why living close to downtown comes in handy).

Like most people I am also excited about the coming (hopefully?) warm weather. Spring/Summer bring it on. And end of semester can only be good. No assignments or exams? Deal.

Alright, now that I got that all typed out. I can sit still. Good.

A Terribly Vivid Dream

This was a dream I had a couple days ago and I can't stop thinking about it:

At first I wasn't entirely sure as to why they were prodding and poking my midsection but as soon as I looked down the gravity of the situation became almost too much to bear with. My entire abdomen was lacking the skin and most of the muscle that would normally cover every squishy, moist organ that should have oozed out of my body if they were not artificially stuck in place. I was a live cadaver, all my organs conveniently colour coded for easy dissection. As if the visible severity of the situation was not enough to deal with, the smell was overwhelming. It was like being 10,000 leagues deep in a blood-filled ocean; the smell was so metallic that you could taste it on the back of your tongue. I somehow wasn't extremely phased by that fact that I was missing so much of me and unfortunately neither were the people all around me. They kept on bumping into me and with every accidental touch sent waves of nausea and pain that made me want to die at that moment.

Basically, that was the dream I had a couple days ago and I nearly forgot it happened. It makes me wary of the other dreams that I have and do not remember, like, what else is my mind putting together without my approval. On, another somewhat related note, I've started reading Brave New World and I'm loving every page of it. That is all.

Meh.

Today has been one of those days where I've worn pajamas all day and I've just don't know what to do with myself and I feel as though it's a Sunday thing. During the week, I have school to occupy me and make me feel productive and worthwhile. Saturday I usually work, and yet again, I have tasks to accomplish and a sense of usefulness. But, Sunday is brutal.

Sunday makes me feel guilty for not getting more work done. Which is a shame, really. Because I'm not going to get work done anyway so I might as well enjoy my free time guilt-free. Sunday is the worst day of the week.

But, in a way today has not been completely useless. I have come to the realization that there are a lot of personalities that I do not get along with well at all. And I've come to realize that I cannot stand extremely cocky guys. I do not understand the point in picking pointless fights with other guys you don't know. Get over yourself, you fucking asshole.

This is not exactly related (well yes it is, but anyhow), I don't understand when guys in their 20s drink so much that they throw-up while being semiconscious. I feel as though by this point in the game you should know how much you can drink to be able to be wasted without having to throw-up. It's not that hard.

This post was scatterbrained and a little rant-y for my likings, and for that, my apologies.

Rudeness is Obsolete

I was thinking about something today (while doing my many assignments) and it was:

What do we even consider as rude anymore?

I feel terribly conflicted in regards to this question. As a society, we've become desensitized to violence, sex and subject matter that is generally regarded as vulgar. And if you don't believe me on this just consider the dozens of movies and television shows created to see how far each can 'push the envelope'. They range from the gory torture porn variety (Saw, Hostel, Grindhouse) to the sexually explicit (Short Bus) and the 'Jack-Ass' (and copy-cat versions) type. We've seen the human body dissected and picked apart in every gruesome way that a director can think of. And the thing is, these movies/tv shows are generally accepted, not that I see anything seriously wrong with that.

My problem is that even though we can watch all these things, it is still rude to ask someone how old they are (if they are an older person) or how much someone weighs (especially if they are of the female variety). What? This is not the 1950s. We do not need to censor ourselves about things that are not even rude in the first place. It is a biological fact if you're 5'10'', 175 lbs, and 36 years old, and seriously who are you kidding anyway? You probably look 5'10'', 175 lbs and 36 years old.

So my message to the world is: Reconsider what really is rude. And please don't start acting like an asshole and saying it's not rude. I'm just saying there's a difference between being rude and being impolite.