wish you well

benard fanning, wish you well

yay! i’ve finally found the song that i’ve been looking for. it’s one of my favourites because it reminds me of boarding school and all the fun we used to have! it was always sang for somebody’s farewell which probably increases my emotional attachment to it. anyway, yay found it.

brothers in arms

i’m not a west wing fan. not because i don’t like it, but because i don’t watch it. my parents and sister and brother-in-law on the other hand are avid fans bordering on die hard, hardcore so i guess they will find this most amusing.

the context
this is a scene from season two. jed bartlet just got back from mrs landingham’s funeral and was obviously grieving. i’m not too sure about the running bit, i guess he was wondering whether he should run again for office but wasn’t really convinced. all the same, i thought this was a wonderful scene and if you watch the all episode, i’m sure you like me would find it wonderfully poetic.

after watching this scene three or four or five times, i pretty much convinced myself of the awesomeness of west wing. i’m hoping that after my exams i’ll have the time to immerse myself in leanne’s personal west wing library.

the application
i believe that a lot of times i pass up great opportunities because of the fear of failure and because i think it would be too difficult. hence i realised that fear does cripples me. i become extraordinarily rash and akin to a headless chicken when faced with a situation marginally beyond my knowledge and experience. for example, when confronted with an unfamiliar situation last week, my first instinct was to hide and play the it’s-too-hard and i’ll-screw-it-up cards. the thought of entering into unchartered territories with nothing to cling on for support soon followed. but as quickly as i started to play my cards,  i was reminded that i wasn’t going to go out into foreign realms alone and i wasn’t going to be left alone to brave the elements by myself.

hence another reason pushed from con to pro.

the conclusion
i’m still undecided and am refusing to give an answer. however, if i do say no, you can be assured it isn’t because i’m afraid. fear will not draw the parametres of my decisions and actions.

revaluation reserve.

a favourite scene from one of my favourite movies (footloose).

exams are ew. i don’t like exams. i spent the whole of yesterday at uni.
and this is what i did ..

stuff cruskit #1 in my mouth

SUV – the handing over of odd baked creation # 5

merewether to study with friend from stats, stuff cruskit #2 in mouth

friend arrives (two hours later)

crash economics lecture sat for 10 minutes filling up evaluation forms only to realise lecture was over. (cue: only 1/100 of the students remained)

to engineering library

back at merewether, stuff cruskit #3 in mouth

jing’s graduation

at fisher, stuff cruskit #4 and #5 in mouth then fall asleep

holme (stuff cruskit #6 in hungry belly)- scavenger hunt and 1 minute exercise routines

waiting at : teacher’s college in the dark

waiting at: manning’s to study

waiting at:education centre to keep warm and talk to friendly student with late assignment and creative ways of getting inside the building

waiting and very cold very cold

team 2 and ’sailing home’

team 1 and ‘ twinkle twinkle’

SUV for chicken, pizza, second appearance of odd creation #5 and henry.
(chasing henry mostly)

10 a.m. to 10 p.m
twelve hours of on-campus fun.

de-excitation

poo. i’ve become one of those girls who sit around all day and complains about the exponential rate at which her arse is growing. it’s funny because as i’m typing this, i am having a conversation with a friend about how it’s too cold to go to the gym. (apparently, it’s not that cold!)

well, i’ve spent my day learning about normal distributions and monetary policies; bitching about horrible assignment-mates (that’s highly hypocritical i know!); watching my favourite cooking show; drinking yummy yummy tea; eating oily fatty food; and whining about getting fat. boo.

i also facebooked today. speaking of facebooking, i like how proper nouns get turned into verbs.

For example,
1. I googled the meaning of nouns before writing this. (http://www.arts.uottawa.ca/writcent/hypergrammar/nouns.html)
2. We thai-la-onged every sunday.
3. I had to msn my friend about what action words are called.
4. I’ve been youtubing all arvo.

maybe one day instead of using the word ‘dawdle’ people will use my name instead. i.e. “oh man, i gillyed the entire night away! shoot, hope i don’t gilly tomorrow, i’ve got a damn big exam next week!” haha. (but then again, the chances of that happening is analogous to me exercising.)

nevermind! what is your name synonymous to? tell meeeeee! please!

did you know there is a UK ready steady cook?

man, i gillyed another afternoon away.

deontology.

Gilly’s to-do list

1. accounting revision
2. econometrics online quiz
3. call DIMA about my work-permit
4. find out about learning to drive
5. get motion city soundtrack from Lesley
6. prepare for mid-sems
7. get police-check report ready
8. get josh pyke tickets

yup, i’ve got my priorities sorted.

woah, two entries a day is heavy! anyway, i saw something on the preposterous chronicle and before i forget, i’ll load it up now.