Yesterday I worked for 14 hours and made over $200 (US/CAN). Then I did the happy dance.
I regret that I haven't been posting as regularly because a lot of cool stuff is going on in my life at the moment. However I'm all about recovering paying off debts this season. The stories will continue less frequently but with more quality ;)
My brother is getting married in June, and I'm in the wedding party! I'm really excited because it's the first time I'll be involved in a wedding, asides from some wedding video stints. I won't be able to videoblog the wedding as I'll be busy looking pretty, so I need someone (or many) else to do the job. You interested?
Check out Jared and Amanda's wedding website! But be warned: it has music. That plays automatically. And the stop button is hard to find if you're a dork.
I was minding my own business on the bus when I received a call from my old friend, Chris. He had called a week earlier and seemed in a rush, though he wanted to make quick plans to give me a call some time soon and when would I be available? I told him my general schedule and was looking forward to catching up with him. We hadn't talked in nearly a year.
Hey Michael, how are you doing?
Good....where are you calling from, I don't recognize this number.
Oh, I'm just calling from my friend's house. So, I was wondering something.
Oh yeah, what's up?
Do you want to hang out tonight?
..... SHUT....UP.......NOFREAKINGWAY! YOU'RE IN WINNIPEG!!!!!!!!!
At this point most on the bus thought that I was obnoxiously crazy, but I couldn't care less. Chris phoned me up last week and tricked me into giving him my schedule so he could surprise little old me! I took him to the Manitoba Legislative Building, the Old Spaghetti Factory at The Forks, and then we met up with my friend Milena and enjoyed a beer and some company at Cousins Deli.
I think I made him really jealous that he doesn't live in Winnipeg. And it serves him right!
Jones Soda just sent me a photo release form to potentially use this photo. In 2005 I uploaded this funky photo I took of Jeremy to their website. Jones Soda puts fans photos on their bottles. They get sold in Starbucks and other swanky places. I'd really like it to happen, as opposed to not happen.
Click the photo and make the decision easier for them by voting!
This video amazes me. There were so many different types of people and landscapes and it was beautifully shot. The idea was simple yet spoke volumes. After the age of 65, I kept on thinking to myself "that's the age that people begin to die on the news." Each drum beat began to symbolize a final heartbeat.
What did you think about when you watched this video?
Lately, since I've been feeling more icky than usual, I felt the urge to cut it all off. My goal was a haircut that would take care of itself on days that I didn't want to: towel; tame; and go.
Do not let my boyish good looks fool you. I feel like shit today, and have gone onto antibiotics. I'm battling swollen tonsils, a respiratory infection, a sinus infection and an ear infection. This week I worked four shifts, and I just wrote three major tests in the past 2 days. One of them I refused to study for. Me sir finito.
I received an important letter in the mail that changed the course of my life. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.
Rough times ahead. I have two midterms at the end of the week. I also accepted two overnight shifts at job I really like. I decided that to indulge the best of both worlds (high marks & money) I would have to start cramming early. I recognize that I'll have to cram even more to retain the information and this isn't nearly as efficient, but it's a sacrifice that I can live with.
I had an excellently productive day of studying from 1:30 to 11 PM, with a break for food and socialization. I also fit in a super study buddy session with Carolyn, who joined me on the second floor of Dafoe just mere meters from where I chucked last week. She kept me focused and in her wisdom supplied some comedic relief when I thought I couldn't go on any further. I provided the Ritz crackers. I did not throw up, even though she's really pretty.
I had a fairly productive study session yesterday in Dafoe Library, the largest library on the University of Manitoba campus. I typed up three sets of textbook notes complimenting three lecture units, approximately 4 hours of work. It was for my human geography course and the subject matter was invigorating: a bonus. There's nothing better than finishing work worth doing, I say.
As you may have read in posts previous, I have been feeling ill for the past week and a half. I began to feel a reprieve from the flu on Monday and thought that the worst of it was behind me. Lately, in my world, everything I thought was true has instead been re-labled "work in progress." The really important questions of life have been dogging me, and I need time to figure them out.
A quick taste, a preview if you will, of what I'm talking about: It became quickly apparent that I was wrong about overcoming my illness when I began vomiting, without expectation, on the second floor of Dafoe. I had coughed and tasted bile in the back of my throat, and with a precious three seconds before eruption had managed to perch over a tiny garbage pail. I remained in this state for five minutes, fielding looks from concerned (read "horrified) fellow peers who were probably not expecting this, either. No one tried to help me, much to my then thankfulness and now dismay. Thanks a lot, no-hearts!
After the 'event' I noticed a large pile of clean Starbucks napkins just sitting on an empty table one meter from where I blew it.
Seriously now. If you have to throw up unexpectedly in public, it can't get any better than having a garbage can at your feet and a pile of napkins just sitting there waiting for some night janitor to come throw them out.
And to add even more blessing to injury: After I managed to clean myself up sufficiently I called my friend, Milena, to tell her what happened. If anyone would understand, it would be her. She just happened to be on campus and wanted to see me to give me a hug. I freshened up in my dorm and we talked about the really important questions of life for two hours.
All things considered equal, this was one of the most retched blessings I have ever had.
"Humanity will rinse and repeat with some new product that promises essentially the same thing." - Michael Tyas
Despite what my friends suggested, I don't have mono! Man, just saying that makes me feel a whole lot better. I went to see my family doctor today. He suspects that I have a variation of the flu that does not involve excessive respiratory inflammation. So the chills and headache and lack of appetite fit under the category of influenza as well.
He said I should feel better within a few days, and that lifts my spirits. Perhaps I won't flunk out of school after all.
Here's a funny video about me theorizing about how my humidifier could be making me sick, 3 days ago. While it probably wasn't the cause of my maladies, I'm glad I caught it!
Self diagnosis, but consider the facts, from Medicinenet.com
One may be developing mono if they experience these symptoms:
* a general lack of energy or malaise,
* a loss of appetite, and
* chills.
I happen to be exhibiting all these symptoms simultaneously much to my displeasure and discomfort. But this rabbit hole becomes even darker.
These initial symptoms can last from one to three days before the more intense symptoms of the illness begin. The more common intense symptoms include:
* a severe sore throat,
* fever, and
* swollen glands (lymph nodes) in the neck area.
It is typically the severe sore throat that prompts people to contact their doctor.
This evidence, coupled with the fact that I've never had mono before and you can only get mono once, leads me to the conclusion that I want my mommy.
I may be out of commission in Web 2.0 for the next couple days (weeks). Be a doll and send me a get well comment, or come change my linens and give me a sponge bath. You can spoon feed me or read me stories. You can write my essays and compile my notes. You can take my tests and send me to Cuba on holidays after I'm better.
