now you're gone

So instead of studying for my final tomorrow (which will probably be stupid easy.. so not to worry) I am currently making my mother a playlist for her upcoming birthday party on saturday. If you are reading this, and weren't invited... you're probably invited, since our house has recently turned into some sort of brothel. Although, to be honest, I think brothels imply lots of inappropriate things happening.. so maybe not. I actually don't know fully what a brothel even is.. but it sounded like it fit on the end of that sentence. All I meant is that there is constantly at least 5 more people then actually live at our house, there ALL of the time. Every time I call the house I must talk to 5 people I didn't really call to talk with, until the phone is finally reluctantly given to my mom.

Anyways.. the playlist 'genre' I was given was... Dance. Super specific, and easy right? However, if you don't know my mom, you wouldn't know that what she really meant was take all of the best dance songs EVER made, from EVERY decade and put them on a playlist, making sure you don't forget any song any given person loves. So in short.. I have to include every person on this planets favourite dance songs from the past however many years music was being made. Not a small feat. And seeing as how my playlist from last years '70s' party was a huge hit... I have a lot to live up to.

I hate sundays. I always have to say goodbye to Desmond on sundays. They are definitely the worst day of the week. However today was the last sunday until May 3 that I have to say goodbye to him, because I have some time off before my summer classes start. Its a nice feeling that in 4 days I get to spend like 2 weeks with him. And take him home to Calgary and see everyone there. And see his family in Moose Jaw. And not have to hate sundays, which I always used to love as my lazy, stress-free days.

For anyone who reads this and isn't going to be at my moms party. Pictures of the gong-show will be posted. I'm looking forward to celebrating the day my mother was born... and more importantly how I am done exams. Yes, I am turning my mom's birthday into a celebration centring around me, and my school. What a lovely daughter I am.

sitting, waiting, wishing ...

So, instead of studying for my ridiculously hard final on friday.. I decided to revamp my blog a bit. It was productive actually, I think I like the layout. I'm taking a break from studying for the afternoon, and getting back at it in the evening. Procrastination at its finest ... I knew this blog was a bad idea.

Currently, Desmond is writing a really hard test, and I am trying to send good vibes from two hours away .. I hope its working.

I don't really have any new updates. Other than having moved out of my old place into Des's sister, Amanda's construction zone basement. Well, really its her husband Colby's construction zone. I actually really like it.. it's quiet (apart from the occasional construction), no cat, big room. Perfect place for exam time. Plus I get to be around family (even if they are upstairs and I act like a hermit in the basement studying). Actually, it was Colby who pointed out my hermit-ness. I prefer studious, although currently studying has nothing to do with my lack of socialization -- like I said procrastination at its finest.

There are some difficulties that come along with living temporarily in a basement. First... I don't have a kettle. For those of you who know me, I have around 8 cups of tea a day (I may have actually under-estimated on that one). Currently, I am boiling water in a deep (ish) pan. That's the second thing that's difficult. Having no pots. Trying to use a pan to make rice, pasta, and soup in.. not so fun. Another daunting task is trying to find things. I have given up on trying to find many things. Tupperware containers will be their home until I get into my new place in June - which by the way I am more than excited for.

Plus, its a basement... and well its spring time. Still not following? Spiders. Stupid, darned, disgusting, creepy, hideous, make me cry every time I see you, spiders. And spiders + kaylee + no boyfriend = not a fun time. Because my usual tactic is to either scream, and have him come running, or place a glass cup over top of the stupid, darned, disgusting, creepy, hideous, make me cry thing. Glass, so that I can still see it and make sure it hasn't crawled away to go make more spider babies. So now, without anyone to kill my worst enemy - I am stuck with a dilemma. I can't cover it and wait the couple days until Desmond comes .. because although I know its trapped, the idea of it being alive and in my house will just prevent me from thinking about anything but spiders crawling all over me in my sleep, therefore causing a lack of sleep. Squish it with toilet paper? Nope.. might touch my hand. Wack it with something? Nope.. aim sucks and it could get away. If I am wearing shoes I would just quickly step on it.. but if I'm not wearing shoes, then I have no idea. Because if I leave the room to go grab shoes, then I fear it gets away, and the thought of there being a free, alive spider somewhere is WAY worse then the thought of one being under glass. SO, point of that story? Thank god I bought slippers - I have committed to wearing them 24/7, and putting them at the side of my bed incase of a late night bathroom run.

After all of that reading... I bet you're wondering why I chose sitting, waiting, wishing as my blog title? ... if you're not, I'm still going to tell you. I thought that was obvious.. I am currently doing all of those things. Sitting... on my bed. Waiting... for exams to be over and the fun to start. Wishing... I wasn't sitting on my bed and waiting for exams to be over, and that they were just done now. Oh, and wishing for magnificent grades in my following 3 finals (and 2 previous)... not the hardest request exam gods is it?

Say Hey (I Love You)

Dear finals, you have come eagerly each december and april for the past 5 years, yet somehow I never seem to be ready for you. You are like a workout. Painful while it lasts, but accomplishment felt in its wake. You last for way too long, and are spaced way too close together. I never have enough time to fully prepare for you, and you always seem to kick my butt a little bit more thoroughly than I can gather the strength to do to yours. So. This year I ask one thing of you: hurry up and kick. Kick your heart out. I am ready for you to be over. You can stomp on me for all I care, as long as I can get through you (with say, good marks?) and move ahead, I'll be happy. Post-final bliss and all that comes with it is what is getting me through the final stretch (and a nice big glass of wine). I might also delve into the realm of candies to ease my stress... only on sundays though. Apparently you're allowed to cheat for lent on sundays.

In case you were wondering (and you should be)... packing and studying do not mix. Neither are really that enjoyable, and put them together and the procrastination doubles. Whoever invented the laptop for "students" clearly wasn't thinking about the consequences of 24/7 access to facebook, blogs, celebrity gossip, and google, to name a few. They are just so much more appealing things than nursing research or statistics. Ugh statistics, the bane of my existence. It may be the best mark of my semester, but the amount of time spent learning about things that are really just educated "guesses" as to what the right answer is, is statistically probably a waste of my life. fact.

I was listening to some Michael Franti today and realized that the song I used for my blog title (don't be lazy.. scroll up and read it for yourself) is probably the most mood lifting song I've heard in a while. It just makes me happy and motivated. All I wanna do is dance when I hear it -- I may have to make it my summer theme song (yes I have summer theme songs .. deal with it). However, when I started dancing in my broom cupboard under the stairs (aka my room) alone, I thought to myself "I'm so lame." Lameness aside, I finished the song, and vowed never to dance alone in my room again, unless I get a bigger one.. which I will be getting .. uh oh, I'm really gonna go nuts.