Nosy Nelly

Some things I've seen around that I thought should be shared:

Ambient lighting in the BMH bathroom. Hey - don't knock it until you try it. At least it works (unlike my ceiling light.. still). Stared at it long enough while washing my hands that I got spots in my vision. Art is art, beauty is pain.

Computer set up: someone DPed it. Connected cables like a boss. Who needs a long cord???

Some helpful instructions for those who can't figure out how sensors work. Thanks! 😊

These buttons called out to me. They look so pressable. Not quite sure what this particular keyboard does, but it looks important.

This looks like Amelia Earhart. Do you see it??? I think it's the goggles. I feel strongly about this one.

Feels very octopus like. If anything, I think this would be the object to come alive at night. It just has so much personality.

Left behind... hope the person who was using this is chilling. #StopBullyingStopLittering!!!

Spotted the northern lights again. Too stunned to speak... I love living amidst nature. I couldn't look away, it was captivating. The Earth is calling me, I've decided to get rid of all my shoes and embrace the barefoot life.

HAZARDOUS!!!! CAREFUL!!!! The stairs by McConnell ARE BROKEN!!!! Stay safe, stay

vigilant. You never know what's around the corner.

Speaking of things lurking around the corner... Had another raccoon interaction today. Two, actually; one of them a very close call. If I'm being honest (I'll be real with you, for the blog), I love close raccoon calls. It gives my day the dash of excitement it's missing, reminding me of home...

I'll tie it up with this water fountain. As I was about to take a sip, I was overcome with the urge to take a picture. It was just so eager, the water made it so far. Proud of my girly.

The only thing that would have made it better is if it was room temperature.

#BringBackRoomTemperatureWater

#(Cold)Watergate

🤘

Violet

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Many an update:

To start on a good note, it’s official. Dill pickle chips are my favorite thing about Canada.

At the dollarama today, (trying to cop maple cookies- unsuccessful), I couldn’t figure out how to exit without going through checkout, so I caved and bought a mars bar (which I’d never tried), and dill pickle chips.

While the mars bar was a miss - before you say anything, let me explain. People always say that college is about maturing, and one of the ways I’m taking this to heart is coming to terms with the fact that I don’t like chocolate bars.

Sure, dark chocolate hits. But, candy bars, like Twix, snickers, and the aforementioned mars bar, are a miss for me.

I’m really not sure what it is, because it’s not like they’re too sweet, but just the wrong type of sweet. Like, given the opportunity, I would take a cookie any day. Or even m&ms, although I like them better with popcorn.

While this was a sad discovery, considering my half eaten mars bar in hand, I took it in stride, saving it for later.

All of my Canadian hopes were raised when I opened the dill chips. As a pickle fan, I’ve been awaiting my opportunity to try them, but it hadn’t worked out in my favor.

So. Delish.

Ok. Next on the agenda, some shocking discoveries I made today, all involving things that an unnamed American told me.

1. “Is it hard of hearing or heard of hearing”

In what world would it be heard of hearing? How does that make sense? I’ll let this one slide because they were distracted.

1. Not knowing who prince - sorry - King Charles was.

This one was acceptable, because like who cares? Still, felt like it needed to be added to the list.

1. The American (From America) not knowing what Joe Biden looked like

This one, I don’t really have words for. To this unnamed person, I love you still. But what!??? Not knowing what Joey looks like???? How???

Wild.

It’s stressing me out to go to bed with my room a complete mess, but I didn’t have time to use the drier today and all of my laundry is still wet as fuck.

YOLO.

Edit: I wrote this last night, but didn’t post. Also: to explain my absence… (part 3) this past week I have been distracted spending hours drawing patterns instead. Is it at all useful? No. Will I keep doing it? Probably for another week or so.

As for my laundry, I put it all away in the morning. I'm almost glad about it because it was cleansing. If only I had changed my sheets.

Also, I think the Wix app updated, because it's not fucking up my formatting with copy and paste anymore. Small blessings in life!!!

Violet

Calypso

I have been so on my studying shit this past week, all of you want to be me soo bad. (Unless you are also studying, then you probably don’t). (Or unless you don’t want to study, then also probably not).

I think it is partially because I barely have anything to do, but that’s besides the point. I’m on top of my shit in every class.

I’m even up to date on my readings of The Road, which is the most boring book I have read to date. (This is an exaggeration, I do not fuck with Shakespeare).

But really, all “the Man” and “the boy” spend the book doing is walking and sleeping. Over and over. Like, get a life, maybe?

Partially, I’m blaming my saltiness on that I can never connect the dots when reading between the lines, so going over the text in class always throws me for a loop.

Most of the time, it feels like I’m reading a different book. Like, hello?

But anyways, noise cancelling headphones are the best invention in the world. Something about them just puts me in a studying mood.

If I’m being honest, I’m in the mood to do more work, but I don’t even have anything else to do. If anyone reading this (in high school) knows someone who wants to pay me to do their delta math, I am so down. I miss her. Especially if it’s calc or algebra. (Geometry does not fuck).

I also think it’s my planner fueling me. Today, I read David Sedaris’ chapter in Calypso about how getting a Fitbit motivated him to start walking tens of thousands of steps a day.

Not only that, but when his Fitbit died, he felt like there was no point in walking anymore, because nothing was keeping track. That’s honestly how I feel about my planner.

My to-do lists in the morning fuel me. It feels wrong to go to bed with stuff unchecked, and I live for the moment when I can cross stuff off. It’s really the main thing motivating me to do them.

I’ve started viewing things in my life in the context of to do lists, what could be added, what could be crossed off, and how to go about it.

I wake up, and I’m hyped to start my list for the day. I go to bed knowing of the excitement waiting for me when I wake up. I brainstorm when walking to the bathroom, when brushing my teeth, when getting dressed, and I keep it up throughout my day.

As the weeks pass, my list grows longer, and it leaves me wondering just how long they’re gonna begin to get. Is there a limit? Only God knows.

BRB, off to cross writing a blog post off my list.

Violet