Sharks just beat the Avalanches 4-3 and I'm so happy for Greiss I could freaking hug him forever.

And I effing loved how the dear!Nabokov was all over him when he did so well. <3 D'awwww....

I spent this last Thursday-Friday-Saturday in Halifax and it was the most liberating thing ever. Nothing like getting out of a tiny, over heated, snowed in house and getting into Halifax. Which was windy and cool and sunny then rainy and sunny again and full of 10,000 things to do. And they were all in Med school.

A city with no drawbacks.

Except those FUCKING hills.

It was technically a school field trip, and so I sat as still as people told me about the thrilling world my education is over-preparing me for. Then went for lunch and had sushi for the first time since Christmas and nearly wept it was so good. Living in the Valley, you eat mostly POTATOES, APPLES and CARROTS. Tempura, spicy salmon rolls and wakame salad were worth about 900 years worth of good times. Then I sat still again, listening to more riveting accounts about my future life as a highly valuable member of the working force of the Canadian people. Then I went to Halies' place, my good and devoted and unbelievably hilarious friend from my Carleton days. We spend the entire evening talking about how much we were looking forward to being Cougars ("I should wear more leopard print"), Stephen Fry ("I  would be a man for that man. A gay man."), and New Moon ("I'm going to watch that movie like I watched Twilight: with a Fart Machine."). You see? You see why I love her?

Tragically, I didn't connect with my ride to the next potential employer, and so had the morning at liberty to wander around Halifax in the rain. Which turned out to be the best idea since tax rebates. Sipping rain water from the lid of my chai latte cup and trotting up and down the empty streets as the rain pattered down, gray and cool and misty. I hope when I eventually get to the end of my school years, I'll still get to wander around windy, cool, rainy cities on my own in jeans and a sweater and my crew jacket drinking chai lattes with nothing to do.

I also got Tunnock's Snowballs and nearly hugged the man who pointed them out. I know they're British but my Newfoundland friends always bring back a shit-ton whenever they come back from massive-rock-full-of-moose-with-their-own-time-zone. And I have always Loved. Them. Also good loose leaf tea thank heavens.

Also got to see How to Train Your Dragon, bought two new sweaters, new comic book dealer, and found the most terrific book on sail rigs from the late 1700's to early 1800's. Which I did not buy, but I will.

And I'm still going all fangirly about Greiss kicking ass and taking names. And Demers was there. My evening is complete.

We had sunshine today. Today, the first day in TWO DAMN WEEKS OF OPPRESSIVE IRON COLOURED SKYS. Sunshine. Ahhhhh.... So i promptly went out after class and walked around my tiny tiny town like a hamster in its' cage. At least i was a hamster in the sunshine.

And i got to see Alice in Wonderland on the weekend and Sweet Dear Patrick it was lovely. After a month of foul weather, bad food and flickering laptop screens for 14+ hours a day, Alice in Wonderland was like that part in the Wizard of Oz movie where Judi Garland steps out of the black and white movie and into Technicolour. Glorious.

And I got to a SuperStore and got my self Chai Latte concentrate. I am a fragile vapid city girl in the midst of a intensely rural area and Chai Lattes will never ever allow me to despair of my situation.

I'm also still working on my Remote Sensing project that was due more then a week ago, and a presentation forPlanning on wildlife of the Kingston and Greenwood area watershed (apparently Atlantic Salmon are an issue. i sense a battle with data validation coming up) and I've got an errodability map to do for Wednesday but I DO have my exam from Carto back, and got a 75%, and wrote my AutoCAD exam today, and ROCKED IT. and I got my forestry map back... and got a blessing of a good mark.




YEAH THAT'S RIGHT. Although i have to change the look of my cemetery...

Happily, I was listening to Master and Commander on Audiobook the entire time I was building this, and the soils map. It was a pretty glorious 14 hours of good listening.

AUGH.



Do you know how difficult it is to checkmate someone with a king, a bishop and a knight? IT CAN'T BE DONE. DAMNIT.

I'm alive!!

Somehow. I only managed to pull off a 66 in Cartography though I have no idea how, since i pretty much FAILED everything I got back but hey, I got 80's and 90's in everything else. I'm in map heaven.

It turns out that second semester is where the shit show starts anyway. Started crankin' out 12 hour days in the second week and here we are week 4 and I'm at school from 8am to 1030pm and then staying up till 3 to work work work oh god it's never enough and i still have to fix that thing for Carto.

I'm getting kicked out of my front row desk where all the good stuff happens because my carto teacher has determined that "her interests as a teacher lie in helping those students who are INTERESTED in succeeding, and these students should have the best chance." so I'm getting banished to the back row to make way for someone else to get a perfect view of the projection screen.

I guess flagrantly reading Sherlock Holmes stories on PDF though her class rubbed her the wrong way. You gotta be SUBTLE when you read Sherlock. Subtle.

I'm gonna read something heinous during her next class. something that has gratuitous mentions of throbbing erections and quivering flesh and wanton moans. That'll show her.

I would love to find a story that describes lips as "glossy, cherry red slugs" or something. That is a porn I would invest in.

But I digress.

I can't stop reading and rereading Hanna is Not a Boys Name.

And look! Look at this amazing (read:rushed (read:halfassed)) base map!!

"It's 'cause your FAT, Lily."
Obscure reference is obscure...

It's finals season. Which means that there are 10,000 things I need to be doing RIGHT NOW. And I simply... CAN'T BARE to do them. I'm tired, cranky, headachey from staring a computer screen for 17 hours a day, 7 days a week. OH NO.

I've missed every Sharks game since the Philly game. I even missed the Sens game. COCKS. Also, they sent Demers back to Worchester.

( I need to be PRODUCTIVE and not do crap like this... )

Ok, I have to finish my paper before I cry myself to sleep. My eyes are already bleeding and it's not even 10pm. OH NO.

I have no time to love Team Fortress 2, but oh I wish I did.

My life is a never ending parade of "Friends/Hockey/Fun AFTER this is done." This school is not preparing me adequately for a healthy, normal, rewarding social life. I had betting be making a ton of money after this is all over.

The Sharks are playing the Canucks tonight and I'm totally missing it to work on this:



And I mean, I really love Glaciers, I really do. but seriously now, a Powerpoint presentation on the SOIL CHARACTERISTICS of Glaciers is NOT going to set the damn world on fire. I don't even care how badly you want to know about the potential issues with use as a site development for urban planning. GLACIERS are not going to be a main concern.

In other news, the Sharks moved Dem Dem down to AHL, three more people have dropped out of my program at school, I have not written anything for my own amusement in DAYS and it's beginning to wear, I plan on fixing myself some freshly-made-from-scratch waffles tomorrow morning with the last of the summers frozen strawberries and the new maple syrup our neighbor brought us, Twitter has failed me and I am naming my next cat or dog Artaxerxes.

Also, there is NOTHING LEFT TO DO ON THE INTERNET. Procrastination is so DIFFICULT when you've done it all.

This paper is going to kill me. Look at this.


More importantly.

I finished my Geodesy test early and so was able to play with an old concept.

Series: Roughshore Exile.
Genre: Story time story time story... I don't know.
Rating: G. Remarkable.
Chapter: One of OH GOD I STILL HAVE TO WRITE MY CONCLUSION.





My sweet Sharks lost to the goddamn Hawks in OT. I was pissed. PISSED.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFML The conclusion puts me over the word limit. Paper is due in 3 hours. OH DEAR.

I simply forgot all about you.

Yes, I totally forgot I had an account under Ladycolt after leaving Kingston. Two years of living in Ottawa and of going to university there. Two years of working in a pub on Bank St. and of eating poutine at Elgin Street Diner. Two years of having a beautiful apartment in the Glebe with wall-to-wall windows, hard wood floors and an orange cat. Two years of this account, to years of US are gone.

I remembered you when I moved Paradise, unpacked my bags and bedding in the front room of a farm house and started going to COGS to learn my bright new trade. I remembered you as I sit in school for 10 and 12 hours a day, rasterizing, mapping, colouring, vectorizing, tracing delineations, pouring over aerial photography and generally spending 60 hours a week getting good at GIS and Cartography and Planning and Geodesy and remote sensing.

I remembered you shortly after I remembered I love hockey. When I realized that by living on the East Coast of Canada, I was no longer obliged to cheer for the Ottawa Senators. I came back to you as I have selected my new team, carefully and lovingly handpicked during the playoffs of 2009. Carefully, though, sporadically researched this summer whenever the tallship I lived and worked on put into port and I could use the Internet. Yes, Livejournal, choosing a team five hours behind my time zone and in the directly opposite conference then I, the San Jose Sharks have managed to hold my attention over all others. The San Jose Sharks, who have allowed me to break from the red Sens Army long enough to immerse myself in teal coloured stats and watch archived fights, goals, breakaways, saves by Nabokov... It was wonderful.

And then Heatly showed up.

There was talk of this before I left Ottawa in August of course, after my ship had docked for the season. Rumors of Heatly's trade to San Jose. I was skeptical about it, after all, Heatly was a core member of the Sens, but my father knows the Sens conditioning coach and over beer he heard the story and passed it to me. The story of why sweet Dany was leaving.

He did come to San Jose, leaving Ottawa a few weeks after I did. But I took this as a sign of goodwill from my last team, and I can't help but to love him. He is resplendent in teal.

I have become very fond of Ryane Clowe too, though that might be the east coast influence, or it could have been that shoot out goal he made look so easy against the Kings. And Jason Demers has impressed me. And Benn Ferriero, Kent Huskins, Logan Couture and Devin Setoguchi are delightful to watch. Saying nothing of Patrick Marleaus speed and power or Joe Thorntons grace and finesse. Evgeni Nabokov was what first impressed me about the team and held my attention and adoration, and I was watching as Thomas Griess made an awe-inspiring figure of himself during the Thrashers game. I didn’t see much of Joe Pavelski at the beginning of this new season, but now that he is back I am quite in love. And Scott Nichol as well, I must mention him for personal reasons. Doug Murray and Dan Boyal are both quite charming and if I go on listing everything I love about each and every one of the team I'm going to weep with pride. Let it be said that I quite love them all. Each and every one.

I discovered NHL game centre live shortly after I discovered that I would never see a Sharks game until they played Ottawa or Montreal. In short order I discovered the chat room on GCL and fellow Sharks fans. We are a strange, profane bunch. But nothing short of delightful, especially since the Sharks home games end around two in the morning, usually later.

And so, LJ, now that we are reacquainted, I will be posting more frequently, snippits of my abusing the English tongue, game highlights, and reflections of life in Paradise an do my time at COGS.

Now, the third period of the Sharks vs. Blackhawks game is starting, and we’re tided at 3 apiece.

And all I want is to see Devin Setoguchi of the SJS stand on a couch and cry out, "All shall love me and despair" in a voice like thunder while playing Guitar Hero on HARD. (That is to say, difficult.)

Is that really too much to want in life?

Series: Bar Shelf Boys
Genre: I just don't know anymore. Still character practice.
Rating: PG for implied and unwitting cannibalism and outrageous sentences.
Chapter: Two of something.

"The effect of Ocean Currents on life is profound." (Thurman & Trujillo, 1999)

( Are you a CANnibal or a CAN'Tibal )