Funny how life works. I can't seem to get myself to worry properly over things or get genuinely concerned these days. It's a strange mentality I have, a "no need to worry, things'll get done soon" type mentality.

Anyway, vagueness aside, I'm back here in Calgary now and have been for a few days, severely jetlagged, hating the air, hating transit (30min wait for a bus? what? It's 5-7 minutes and 10-15 minutes for most routes in Ottawa, a city with less population than Calgary) wishing certain chain of events had never happened, hating hospitals (which is leaving the family generally unimpressed I suppose?), adoring Yann Thiersen music (Amélie, Goodbye Lenin) etc. etc. As much as I like seeing people again, I just don't like coming back to the city at all and I don't think I ever will.

In other news, Radio-Canada and RDI have been repeating the election announcements for the Québec elections non-stop. I've seen Dumont's face too many times to count.

To finish, I must say that Life on Mars is quite possibly the most brilliant, amazing and most craziest show I have ever seen from the BBC. I would recommend it to everyone, but not everyone would watch. Tant pis. *shrug*

The live remake of The Quatermass Experiment (2005) is scary. Scary, scary. But for being filmed and broadcast live it's of an amazing quality--a few audio gaffes here and there but I suppose the actors' nervousness of a live-on-tv (think live newscasts) and the way it was filmed helped convey the crazy scaryness of Quatermass a lot better.

Oh and Calgary proved to me that within the general populace, there are *some* very nice people left. My MP3 player fell right out of my pocket and down in between the train and the platform downtown down to the tracks and I was like "Damned..." when a fellow right beside me, after the train had left, offered to pick it up before the next train came (which was a block away) and without waiting for a proper answer from me (Granted I'd told him that he didn't have to), jumped down and picked it up and gave it back to me. He then declared to me as we got on the next train that that was the best job he'd done all year. :)

Granted my sleep schedule is gone until further notice, I'm enjoying the news that short naps in the middle of the day are beneficial to one's health. Anyone think I could rebalance my circadian rhythms (aka internal clock) on a four-hour flight by sleeping? I'm on a night flight.

Made another fun deal: found a pair of leather boots for 18$ on clearance/sale at the Bay.(And it was the only pair of non-disgustingly-tall-heeled boots in my size) I am suddenly craving bagels from St. Viateur...I wonder if there's one in the Trudeau Dorval airport...I like bagels...Montréal style bagels, toasted. Cinnamon raisin's a favorite since childhood...oh and Mtl style smoked meat sandwiches on thick slices of whole wheat bread with a side of fries and a tall glass of ginger ale---Don't worry, I'll get lunch on my way to psychology *laughs*

Fun thing: I figured that going back into my routine of listening to various French songs helps keep my accent from dying. That and sleep.

Soccer memories

So, curiously browsing along the new CMSA site at this crazy hour and I went into the archives and was surprised by the fact that they were actually still archiving. (Actually, what surprised me most was that they were archiving.)

I'm sitting here, looking at all our scores from all the games where I was in net (which was, all of them...save one where I was sick). Oh and the 'seeding' basically is where we play games that determine our division. We collectively agreed as a team (I think) to stay in Div 3. During my first season, we came 3rd in our division :D. The team moved to the women's league after that but I know a bunch asked me to come but I'm out here sooo....crap, inner voice says "JOIN THE OTTAWA SOCCER LEAGUE YA NIMWAD". Huh. (PS. Our team was Hamptons--I still have the funky royal blue socks with me. Hahaha...)

Oh and we so pwned a Blizzard team. It was a delightfully awesome because they could've tied us had I not like stopped this shot...don't remember how it happened but everyone went "OH!!!" everytime I stopped it. It was in the dying minutes too. (So by this logic, I meant that I made good saves that people thought would've gone in. I know, it's great logic.)


Take a look at my first season *lol*

Stupid Eastside...half their team wanted to kill us. Or rather, had a judge/investigator-type been there, they would've dubbed it "attempted murder". I remember every stop I made one of them would almost curse loudly Plus there was a really not-so-friendly Chinese ref and since I knew NONE of the rules of indoor GK'ing, he gave me a hard time. This was my first game, btw

Oh our only game against Foothills was tough. I definitely remember that. It was one of those games where it depended on who faulted first and uh--it was us. We had so many shots on them but their GK was unbelieveable.

5 wins 2 losses in the playoffs. Zing.

My coach kept getting my name wrong and er, it carried onto the Roster list. *laughs*

OK! End of ego-boosting post...I should be in bed. Asleep.

Updates?

RE: Conservative's attack ads

Never has the MUTE button had a more greater use than today. Seriously, whoever invented it, needs some sort of prize.

Er, other than that?

Stresssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. Along with slightly out of whack circadian rhythms and such.


And that about sums it up. Good times, good times all around. :D

I'll try and wake up early enough to go play soccer tomorrow morning