Caught In A Mousetrap

Anyone who has been up to the university in the last while has probably seen the posters for "The Mousetrap." It's a production put on by Students On Stage, their second one this year.

The first production was "The Girl In The Mirror" which was an awesome play, though I'm partly biased. It was a story of a girl who had tried to commit suicide and the affect on people connected with her. The second one, the play I saw last night was "The Mousetrap." It was extremely entertaining. The actress playing Paravicini was halarious and I LOVED Mrs. Boyle. The play is a murder-mystery (think of Clue, the boardgame) where you have to figure out the murderer.

If anyone is up at the university around 2pm today (and you happen to read this before then) you should go see it.

One Of Those Moments

Ever have one of those moments when you think you know someone in the hall so you shout out their name, but it wasn't actually them? Well, have you ever mistaken them for a good friend and jumped them to the ground?

My apologies to the guy I ran up behind and tackled to the ground, it was personal, just not to you.

In other news, I hate deadlines.

Getting Up & Going

I want to runaway.

Before you get any thoughts of this sounding remotely troubled, stay with me here. I want to just get up and go, take whatever money I have and just go to another city for a few months without a plan. Without telling anyone until I've left and only to let them know that I'm okay once I got there, while staying away from the specifics of where I am. I want to be lost, on my own and surviving without anything material except what I really need.

I know, this sounds unoriginal in the sense that I'm sure everyone gets this feeling. But what if you actually get enough guts to do it? After exams I have no real responsibility for the summer. Why not just take off for two or three months to see if I can do it? To see what would happen?

I miss living on my own in a foreign country. Away from everything and everyday being something new. I've done it before so I know I could do it.

I'm going to do it again, if not in the next few months then soon. After all, we only have the summer before returning back to university, let's not waste it!

I'm A Bad Blogger

My lack of updates is horrifying considering I'm an English Major.

Mid-terms are over and returned. I'm happy with the results which eases the stress of finals but doesn't do anything for the essays which are a constant annoyance. I realized why I'd always leave it to the last minute, it's because then I would spend days arguing in my head over a thesis and would just write one! I'd worry over completion rather than quality and in the end I'd then go and fix it up with the remaining days (or hours) I had left to turn it in. Now that I've started weeks in advance it like a drawn out torture.

Life on my own isn't bad, I'm already just about two months in and I still have my head above water, though I'll have to pick up shifts soon to earn extra cash. The only hard part is that even though I'm thankful to have moved out of my family's house and experience a new kind of freedom, it can be very lonely. I wasn't expecting it, if only for the fact that I have two roommates and I enjoy the quiet when I'm not partying. The problem is that my two roommates have chosen to hook up which leaves an awkward situation for me. It seems like now they have this bond that is hard to break into and I'm not really sure I want to break into it. It's something they share and all day long when we're all together, they're together and I'm just the third person tagging along, even if the event is organized by me.

Getting away from that, spring is almost here! I can't wait until I can just go outside on the porch and laze about in the sun or even go jogging again. I'm almost always trapped inside unless I can find someone to have snow fights with (and trust me, they're hard to find) I'll also be happy when my extra-curriculars will be finished for the year. Not to complain but I'm ready to just relax! This year has gone by fast though ...

1st Year vs. 2nd Year

I'm coming close to the end of my second year and in a moment of reflection at the bus stop a few days ago I've come to a conclusion, my 2nd year was a lot better than my first.


First year was stressful. I didn't know how to write a well organized paper in MLA format (it's still hit or miss at times, haha!) Not a lot (if any) of my friends were going to Nipissing and everywhere I looked people clung to groups of people they knew. Making a friend took serious effort. I managed though and the friends I made in first year became people I could see myself keeping in touch for life. They become more than those people you know and talk to in the halls and never really make plans outside of lectures.


Second year, you're more relaxed. The best way I can describe it is by comparing it to high school. Being a grade nine in a school you knew nobody compared to being in grade 11 where you're completely relaxed with little stress. You know people, professors and places. You have a non-committed routine where you do what you want without worrying about the unknown of university.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed first year, but I'm told that first year is the year most people drop out of school. I can understand why but if you can make it into your second year, you're pretty much set.

I'm here!

My last entry was January 28th?!

REALLY?!

It's been really busy the last couple of weeks. I just got out of uni at 11:30pm tonight (and it's Sunday - the day before Reading Week!) I want to say next year I won't be involved as much with extra-currics, focus more on my studies but it probably won't turn out that way.

I had an amazing time in Pennsylvania last weekend with NUSA (Nipissing University Student Amabassadors) The conference was a blast, the experience for a first-time travel to the States was memorable and the people I met were hilarious! The downside? I returned with a nasty infection. Non-contagious, just a fluke that it settled by my heart. Not serious anymore though! I was hospitalized, released and given these huge horse pills that I have to take 3 times a day.

It's all part of the experience I guess.

I've also been hardcore into "Your mom" jokes recently.

Just thought I'd update.

Playing A Game

I find myself playing the "anywhere but here" game. I could be so many places ...