dream – Imaginary Sunshine

I’m not a sponge!

Michelle — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 05:02:22 +0000

Today was my last biology lab class. I was placed into a group where I drank 800ml of water (800ml = 0.8L = 1.057 quarts). It could have been worse. I could have drank 800ml of electrolyte and sugar filled water (neon orange Gatorade ftl). It wasn’t a bad lab though, it was actually kind of fun (well, besides the whole ‘Hey, 3 more minutes!’ from J all the time). No latex gloves, but we were all very good and no one spilled or anything. And… I found out that I don’t have diabetes, I don’t have bleeding from my kidneys, I don’t have any major easy-to-diagnose-with-Labstix-strips diseases! Yeah! But the hardest part was drinking 800ml. Because we had to drink it at exactly 9:30am. Have you ever tried drinking nearly a litre of water in a short period of time? I downed the entire first cup (400ml) but I had issues with the second one. We weren’t allowed to drink any form of liquids this morning, so I was thirsty, but really, 800ml and my TA was telling us that we should drink it within 5 minutes. Really? 800ml in 5 minutes? I’m not a sponge!

It was really sad though, since it was the last biology lab. I mean, yes, I still have the paper to write (7 pages with a title page, abstract, graphs and tables and on and on and on), but that’s due after my English paper (erm… the day after) so I’ll work on it after my paper’s done (35% > 4%, correct? I thought so too!).

I was talking with M outside of the biology lecture hall today, he’s wanting to go into nursing as well and he’s applied at one school (we laughed a little at his use of of the ‘all eggs into one basket’ saying). And then we were talking about the school and the program and whatnot. He’s concerned that there won’t be enough experience gained from the practicum and that he won’t get in and to that I just went “…. You’re a guy. You’re practically guaranteed a golden ticket in, M. Don’t worry so much.” Sadly, it’s true. What with them wanting to show that the program’s equal towards both genders to make it seem more diverse (they get more funding that way – everything’s politics in one way or another), he’s more likely to get into the program than I am. Which is sadly accurate. But then again, I won’t be applying to only one school. Sure, I have my dream schools (Dalhousie University being basically my ‘ultimate dream school’), but I’m going to be realistic about it as well and apply to more than one school. But it would be nice to go there… After all, if you’re going to go to school to go for a specific program, why not attempt to shoot for the stars? … Besides the fact that I wouldn’t be a local student and it’d be really expensive and they reserve very little seats for people outside of the Maritimes and, right, it’s in Nova Scotia. They get a lot of snow other there. I complain enough about the snow here as it is – imagine how my blog would be come autumn/winter/spring. It’d be like “… It’s May and it’s still snowing!” (that was a hyperbole, I don’t know if they get snow in May or not).

So now I’m going to go over my notes for my English paper again (I’m doing a very rough outline so I can get my prof to look it over for me – I’m not about to do a paper that’s worth 35% without having his input, I’m not that suicidal… I think.). Maybe reread the poems for tomorrow’s class, maybe even look over my psychology notes (wow, that’s a novel concept!).

If anyone wants to talk about Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus with me, feel free to send me a message via Twitter and I’ll totally welcome any ideas that you have about Marlowe’s use of borrowing from any scripture, mythology or his contemporaries (Shakespeare in particular). Cheers!

Questions:

What’s the earliest that you have to get up during the week?
Do you have a dream school that you’d want to attend if you could (and if money wasn’t an issue)?
What’s your dream career (realistic and unrealistic)?
If you’ve had the flu recently, how long did it take you to get over the damn cough?

My answers:

6am on Tuesdays, but now that I no longer have my morning lab, the earliest will be 8am.
Dalhousie University, for their nursing program.
Realistic (I hope!): to be a RN, specializing in pediatrics or geriatrics. Unrealistic would be a novelist, or making a living off selling jewelry.
I haven’t a clue because I’m still coughing (but I’m drinking tea again! I was off caffeine when I was really not feeling well, now I’m drinking tea again, so I’m getting there.).

When I grow up, I want to win the lottery

Michelle — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 08:01:37 +0000

My sister was telling me about how the lottery jackpot in the state that she’s currently living in (California) is like 200+ million dollars, US. But then after taxes, it’s a lot closer to a 100 million dollars. Due to taxes and whatnot. I can only imagine what kind of advertisements I’d see in Canada if they did that as well for lotteries. But here, the winnings being advertised as usually the winnings that you get (unless 3 other people draw the same numbers as you do) because the winnings are taxed prior to you receiving them, and they advertise the post-taxed total only. So she was lamenting about that. And all I could say was “Why are you complaining? Hey, if you happen to win the lottery and you ‘only’ get a hundred million, I will gladly take it off of your hands so that you’re not burdened with it!” I’m a great sister, I realize.

I’d set $5,000 into a Tax-Free Savings Account, set aside the maximum that I could put into an RRSP (can’t remember the percentage of your annual income anymore), set aside $30,000 for future education costs (whoot!) and the rest can be put towards my own place (~$1 million, max), a practical car, my parents (… because I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t give something to my parents… And then, just to be fair, my sisters – so let’s say $10 million each, if I’m feeling generous). So that’s up to about like… $41,145,000… And since the jackpot’s going to be around $120 million, that’s a lot left over to play around with. I could try the stock market, buy up a lot of real estate, donate to worthy causes, travel around the world (in style), try a few business ventures (and can afford to have them fail). Or buy approximately 11,588,550 domains (well, not counting .nu names) (if I was feeling frivolous). But that’s only if she decided to give me her winnings. Which I doubt she would (but hopefully she’d be generous, like I would be to her, in the event that she wins?) I am an awesome younger sister. I should remind her of that. Oh, and I should remind her of the fact that she loves me very much because there’s only one of me in the whole wide world.

So I hope you all have noticed the new look and colour scheme… I was feeling a bit into the neutral tones (besides the green) since I went and made a somewhat bright and cheery theme for Chelle-Chelle.com for the month of March. I couldn’t resist the fishes. But then I stumbled across the lovely photo that’s gracing your computer monitor right now and I couldn’t resist it either. Since CC.com got the more somber theme last time, I figured it was time for IS.com to get something that was a little on the neutral side (in terms of colour). Changed up the coding a little bit (I’m gesturing to the dotted line right now) and the placement of the comments link. Apparently I’m a fan of the left-alignment? Who would have thought!

I’ve driven my sister absolutely insane for the last 6 hours by listening to the Lily Allen album (It’s Not Me, It’s You) on repeat. I’m a great sister. But hey, at least now I can make a half-decent attempt at singing in a British accent. Plus, you know, it’s nice to be able to hear what people are singing when they’re singing (rather than listening to pop-opera, I kid you not, because my sister thinks that they’re brilliant – even if she can’t know what the words are unless she’s attempting to follow along with the lyrics on the computer screen in front of her).

Questions:
1. If you won exactly $100 million dollars (or whatever currency you’re used to) what would you do with it?
2. What album (or just a few songs) have you been listening to repeat on lately?
3. What kind of mp3 player would you suggest for someone who wants something small (less than 10gb) that has a screen, no internal moving parts (i.e. nothing with a hard drive inside) and something that can be used for running (and won’t be annoying)? Oh, plus it should be either black, silver or red. And a non-Apple product.

Watch Michelle Lose Her Sanity Day!

Michelle — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 19:19:46 +0000

Ahem. Anyways… I’m forgoing novel writing today as I am A) 10,000 words ahead of the game, B) have 4 chapters worth of questions to get done before my midterm on Thursday and C) just have too much to do today! But, that doesn’t mean I don’t have a quick moment to blog here and there. And really, I swear I don’t know how my mind works sometimes.

I had this awful (awesome?) dream sometime between 3am and 10am today. (I woke up briefly at around 3am and ended up not being able to get back to sleep for another half hour where I lay in bed and texted the boyfriend – repeatedly – because I’m a wonderful person like that. Before anyone tells me off for it, he was awake and I knew he was awake.) Anyways, my awful/awesome dream! I was in this relationship with a guy and a girl and the thing was, I was back in high school and I find out later that we were being filmed for some new television show on unfaithful teenagers which we all thought was insane because we all knew about one another (this is making me sound so awful, but it was in my subconscious, honest!) and the three of us were okay with that. So the people doing the show (documentary? shitty reality tv show?) decided they should (finally) hear our opinion on it and we broke out into song. To be fair, it wasn’t that bad. I scribbled down the main chorus of the song from my dream and I rather like it. Anyways, that was about it… In my dream, I was bisexual, in an open three-way relationship and sang for a reality tv show.

Back to studying now!

Nightmare about sex and how I’m scarred for life (thanks Kristi!)

Michelle — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 17:22:58 +0000

So I was having a chat with Kristi last night about things I ought to know but really, no one ever says about sex. I mean, she started telling me all the things that can go wrong and what could go wrong. And about how everything gets ripped and there’s pain and there’s blood and everything leaks and how everything is messy and how it all goes to crap, despite the best of intentions. And seriously, by the end of it, I was kind of turned off on the idea of ever having sex. I mean, pain and blood for a ‘one time deal’ I can handle. But leaking? Messes? Things not fitting??? I mean, thank you Kristi, for the valuable insight, really, thank you.

However, that being said, last night I ended up having a nightmare about this whole thing. In the morning after (in my dream), I woke up in my dream only to be in an Olympic-sized swimming pool that was full of my own blood. Like undiluted blood. Because apparently dream Michelle has enough blood in her tiny 5’1″ body to fill an Olympic swimming pool. Not to mention that in the dream I basically spent the entire time bawling during it. So yeah, definitely turned off the idea of sex now. I think my father would be pleased – it would mean that I could fulfill his wish of remaining virtuous until marriage. The only ironic thing would be if, a month from now, I end up logging into WordPress and being all like “So… Guess who got laid today!” […] Somehow I highly doubt that’s going to happen. But, you never know! I don’t have some sort of cosmic crystal ball (damn it…).

Just another dream…

Michelle — Sun, 14 Sep 2008 19:17:57 +0000

I woke up this morning from another bad dream. I mean, I never used to have dreams like this. I used to just… fall asleep and if I have a dream, I used to not remember them very well. But then last week’s dream happened and then today’s dream happened. And I remember them, I actually remember them and I really wish that I didn’t. I woke up at around 11am, which puts me at around nine hours of what should have been a lovely, undisturbed sleep. Instead, I wake up and I’m shaking. I wasn’t waking up in tears this time. I just woke up and I was shaking. My dream consisted of me being attacked on the bus. Which is not cool at all, considering I go on buses four times a day, times five days a week. And I generally sleep on them as well, if I can. So having a dream where I’m being attacked on a crowded bus and all of the other people riding the bus are just blissfully asleep and ignoring me screaming? Not the best feeling in the world. I can actually remember struggling and screaming. And then, of course, I woke up and I just couldn’t get out of bed I was shaking so bad. I ended up just lying in bed (well, more like curled up in the fetal position) for about half an hour before I finally got up and went out to the kitchen to get something to eat.

Better alive, right?

Michelle — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 17:31:15 +0000

I just realized that yesterday (on 9-11), I blogged at 9:11pm. Coincidence? Yes, actually, it was. So here I am, eating my seafood wrap (the only seafood it contains is imitation crab meat aka white fish and shrimp – and it definitely does not contain enough seafood to warrent being called a ‘seafood wrap’) and fruit snacks (that actually taste like fruit and are actually made with real fruit juice – I can accept that these are called ‘fruit snacks’, but my seafood wrap? Not so much).

Anyways, I hope everyone is having a marvelous Friday September 12 2008. I woke up in tears because I had a nightmare. That was good fun. In it, I was being chased and a friend of mine kept on trying to kill me in my own house. Was it a little craazy? Yeah, I suppose it was. Did I freak out slightly in this dream? Umm… Yes, yes I did. I ended up waking up because my alarm went off at 5:55am (it goes off at 5:55am, 6:00am and 6:05am – sometimes it takes me a while to wake up). My face was wet, I realized that I had been crying. So I just went all sniffley and just kind of cocooned myself in my bed until my last alarm went off at 6:05am, at which point I had calmed down significantly enough to actually want to get out of bed. But umm.. yeah. That was my morning.

English lit was fine today, I love my professor, she’s such a nice woman. And… yeah. The keeners that I sitting around outside of my psychology lecture are going on and on about psychology and how “fascinating” it is and wouldn’t it be awesome if they all became psychatrists and psychologists? Oh, first years. They’ll learn soon enough. It’s generally about 90% of people who go into sciences want to become a doctor and 90% of the people going through arts want to be a lawyer. And I’m sure my guessed statistics are pretty damn close to the truth as well.