Something I've learnt about myself during spring break...

So we go back to school in less than a few days and something I've noticed about my self,

I can never manage my time seriously to accomplish an assignment. Might need my aunt to Fed Ex those booklets she made while she worked at UofO about time management @ University (She did workshops and suchnot for students.). I've spent most days going to bed really late, sleeping in, staring out the window wishing I could go out and ignoring my homework. Unrelated to school, I've sent a letter to a family friend, sent my CT pass rebate form (I get the cheques. Yay) and sent in the request to enroll in Immersion for the UofO. Those are pretty significant.

I suppose due to this procrastination of sorts, I have kind of jeopordized my applications for a few scholarships at the UofO. Well, I would've loved to have submitted an essay of sorts on why and on how important Bilingualism is but er-- due to aforementioned stupidity I can't. (Unless "being admitted in 2nd yr" means when these scholarships roll around next year I can apply in my 2nd yr? *shrugs* Or if I do end up going to Ottawa, I can apply for one of them later in my first year? Some of the awards made it sound as if you could apply for them later in your 1st year. I'll call up my aunt and ask about that.)

I'll browse about studentawards.com. I'm feeling a bit defeated but eh, it's not the end of the world, yet. I should be fine. lol :D (What? Should I be walking around feeling emo? I don't wanna. I'm not in an emo mood right now) If I feel really up to a challenge I'll enter that art scholarship contest at the Art Institute.

For some odd reason, I'm craving spring rolls. I like spring rolls. You know, there's a restaurant in Le Faubourg on Ste. Cat's in Montréal that serves really good spring rolls--- Ahem. (Le Faubourg rough equavalent now to Mac Hall as there are Concordia classrooms and galleries on the upper floors. It is, however, a really nice marketplace to shop at. There's a music shop, comic book store, clothing stores, a used bookstore, a 'cafeteria' market with juice in bottles shaped like bears, random kiosks, an indoor and outdoor food court with a nice view.(there USED to be a cineplex odeon but it closed) There's this boulangerie near the fruit/produce shop that has the most AMAZING bagels on earth and they have mini bagels and----- You know, without self-restraint like this I could go on forever about how cool bagels--montreal-style--are. I'm special like that, I know)

And my dad wants me to install our new ADSL modem and such he got from Telus. Bye bye Shaw. However, I'm a bit confused on the installation of the phone cable as we got like an adapter and I'm assuming I can use the two way adapter to connect the ADSL phone cable and our phone cable in this room.....

About grad,

Haven't gone looking for a dress since the last venture two/three weeks back. I did, however get kind offers from my guidance counsellor's daughter (Steph. She's so nice!) that if there's a big problem she'd give me her old dress and I got an offer from Mme Ouellet to come grad shopping with me (and my mom's friend). Haha. Grad shopping's tough for me, but eh,

I don't know if I want any relatives or family at the banquet now. Hm. (Note: I have to pay for their tickets. i'm a bit poor at the moment =X) And plus the more I think about grad, the more it brings down my mood. I kind of know why and I kind of don't. *scratches head* All that pops into my head after that is going to Montréal. I don't know why, but for the last few months, I've been wanting to go to Montréal and er---do some 'journeying'? I dunno. Last I went by Mount-Royal I wanted to avoid the site at all costs. Now, I want to go and sit down and talk...even though the person I want to talk to won't physically be present nor really respond. Hm.

I have no idea why. Perhaps I've gone mental?

Random: I think this little grey hair is permanent...I found it again as it had been buried and noticed it grew like 4 inches longer. I'm getting oooold :'(


Time to tackle my disaster-zone bedroom (It gets to that stage so easily because my room is tiny) *cracks knuckles* Or yoink my dad's library card to go get a book for social.