The Voice of One of the Guys.

I would like to introduce you to Patrick!

He's the newest addition to the blog but an old companion of my life. And as the title indicates he's one of the boys I will be moving in with in June.

I've given him authorship in the blog so he can pull some cameos and blog about his own experiences about moving out of his parents house and in with ME (and mike and rob).
Plus it will give the readers a look at the whole craziness from one of the guy's point of view.

Stay tuned to learn about Pat and our adventure, and check out his blog! - WOOT!

Cheers!

My Decision.

Many people have asked me why I’m doing it. Why I am choosing to live with three guys?

I grew up with TWO little brothers and my dad. So you can imagine my house is already full of testosterone. Plus, I argue that girls can be really petty, and annoying in large dosages. (I can feel the eyes of all my girlfriends glaring at me). - LOVE YOU!

And it’s true that I love my girlfriends, but I’ll be the first to admit we wouldn’t be able to live together. And I’m definitely not denying them from spending long weeks on my couch giving me that little bit of girl time that every woman needs. =)

And I will be the first to say that my guys are not normal guys. They too are videogame geeks. Patrick, my best friend from high school is in fact studying gaming at UOIT. Rob, another friend from high school who we actually got a lot closer after graduation, is one of the top rated Halo players of all time. Would probably be the best if he didn’t have a life working full time and sleeping around with random woman. The third being the love of my life, Mike.

I am convinced that it will work, no matter the horror stories I’ve heard. Although I’m still open to stories and maybe some tips of living with roommates and guys. >.<

Cheers!

Picking the Needles Out

I just spent the last hour pulling out cactus needles from my little brother’s foot. I know your thinking, “how did he manage that?” Well it wasn’t the brightest move on his part.

My kitten, Captain, is still tearing at my mother’s furniture. So to get her to stop one of her scratching sessions Dylan climbed over the chair she targeted and tried to grab her. Through showing off to his friend and genetically inherited clumsiness, he managed to slip off the chair, sending his foot swinging into a small cactus sitting on the windowsill next to him.

This cactus may have been small but it holds thousands of tiny little needles that immediately stuck into the bottom of his foot. Once we found out, my other brother and I sat him into a rolling chair and pushed him to the bathroom, placing him into the tub filled with hot water, jeans and all. I then sat by the tub going between soaking it and pulling each tiny needle out one by one. I’m not exaggerating when I’m telling you there were a hundred needles in his foot, and all very hard to see.

I got his friend to take pictures while I was doing it but neither of us noticed I didn’t put the memory card back in. So I have no pictures but the own you have developed in your head. And yes, it’s as comical as you imagined.

Let’s just say as hard as I tried, there are still a few tiny ones that he can feel in the bottom of his foot when he walks. - IDIOT.

Help

Hello to everyone out there in cyberspace.

How many of you can remember all those times you procrastinated something? Homework, work, cleaning. We all are guilty of it. My question is, how do we stop it?

I currently have no desire to write my two final essays of the semester and cannot keep my mind on them. I am finding every excuse to avoid doing them. The funny thing is my mother is doing the same thing. She has to write an exam for a job and she hasn’t studied in years. Although, now I know where procrastination comes from.

So help us! What are your tips for keeping on task?

I finally found it. The perfect addition to my morning commute.

Last year, my first year of starting into the institution of university, I “comfortably” lived just minutes away from my classes in the on campus residence. Now, due to the poor student funding, I have found myself back at home for my second year, slavishly commuting 1 ½ - 2 hours a day. (The 30 extra minutes depends on whether or not I give up the $2.75 to take the subway - YUCK!)

So now my mornings consist of a very set routine. I get up 3 hours before my first class starts. This is extremely brutal when I have an 8am class Monday mornings. (I can see you, some of you are wincing). Take the bus to the train, then the train to union station, then union (subway or walking) to school. Well in my routine I don’t always have time in the morning for breakfast or caffeine. So it came to my attention that I need a stop while on my way to school where I can fulfil my hunger and caffeine needs. And it turned out to be a lot harder than I thought... well at least the breakfast portion of it.

The caffeine fix automatically became Starbucks. I know, you’re thinking: “what is a starving student doing drinking Starbucks?”. Well I don’t drink coffee, but I do drink lattes or tea or hot chocolate. And let’s face it, Starbucks isn’t popular because they look pretty. They make some GOOD shit. (pardon my French).

Anyways, the hard part became breakfast. Now I pass a ton of breakfast places on my way to school. And I’ve tried them all! I’ve experienced some very dry croissants, some questionable muffins, and some (insert nasty, gross, potentially expired word here) yogurt. But that’s when I found it. The perfect breakfast. A bagel!

I know, I know. A bagel? Really? But it took me awhile to find this. I tried other bagel places but I found them to be dry or the toppings weren’t good. But I found a place that actually has fresh tasting bagels, and it’s right in union station. Michel’s Baguette! Moist, fresh, poppy seed bagel with butter and jam. YUM! I recommend it for the food critic in all of us. But let me be the first to warn you, the service is awful. But I’ve put that aside for the perfect morning bagel for only $1.53.

Cheers!

Welcome!

I see you have found yourself into my blog, my thoughts, my... diary? Ok, a little far. I promise I won’t coo over boys or rant on about my mother (at least not too much).
It wasn’t until recently that I found my life even worthy about blogging about. I lived your average suburban life, spending most of my time behind a book or the screen of a computer. But somehow, I’ve landed myself in the busiest city in Canada, studying the course of my dreams, and well... just trying to get by day to day.

This is my second year at Ryerson University studying Radio and Television Arts. And I’m at a hump in my life. Last year I lived right in the heart of downtown in the residence building on campus. Let me be the first to tell you it sucked (I’ll keep the scoop of living in res life to a later date). Now, due to money, or lack thereof, I’m living back at home with the parental and two little brothers - GAH! Although, come June 1st I will be moving in with three of my best friends, and yes, they are all guys!

And that’s where this blog is heading. I’m just about to finish my first semester of this year and really going to start planning and doing it. I’m finally going to get out of my parents house and I’m going to be “Living With the Guys”.