Friday, June 10, 2005

When I want time to crawl by, it doesn't

Normally, weekends are days I can recuperate from the week and do simple things like sleep in, have a big breakfast with Phil, take Baboo for a long walk, go to the gym, take a shower, eat dinner, and watch a movie, fall asleep. As I said: ultra simple yet a time to completely unwind and relax. These days, ever since we moved, our weekends have been jammed packed with errands, preparation for the apartment, family obligations, and so on. Two weekends ago was my grandmothers move, the weekend before was my cousins graduation party, the weekend before Phil's aunts birthday... It was nice last weekend to go camping just Phil and I but still made us run around like crazy. Tomorrow we are off to one of Phil's friends cottages up-north. If the weather holds up, it should be fantastic but again busy busy busy... I know I should be staying home all weekend to study for my final on Tuesday but I can't be bothered... I can always cram on Monday and Tuesday before class. Next weekend is a party for my Grandmother:kinda like a house warming party in which my uncles from Calgary and Toronto will fly here. It's father's day at the same time. The weekend after is my sis's b-day therefore I foresee a bunch of activities. Before I know it... It'll be September and I'll be starting school again full-force. *Whimper*

Thursday, June 09, 2005

2 in 1

It's the second time I biked to work and I see it as great time management. Instead of sitting in traffic for a half hour or even worse being stuck next to smelly armpits in public transport, a good 35 minutes of speed biking does the trick. Plus its a great workout! If you see a sweaty girl with a red face and Gucci sunglasses on biking at the speed of wind in the streets in Montreal, that would be moi!

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Must go wash out my eyes

After writing Phil a nice love email (How corny, I know but its a thing we've been doing since I was away for two months last summer) I went into 'my history' on the computer to click on the sites I visit daily. And what do I find there??? Porn sites! Of all things enraging and infuriating... And these were clearly not pop-ups, they were indeed sites that my bf visited. I mustn't be the only girl on the face of this planet who finds this offensive! True, our sex life is no longer at its peak but for crying out loud we were camping this weekend and our work shifts are practically opposites! Of all things, I had to click on everysingle link so that I can see what he saw. I'm traumatized, offended, appalled, and I wish I could take back my love e-mail ( not because I don't mean the words, I just don't want them delivered to him today...). Also, I wish I could tone-down my curiosity sometimes... If I hadn't clicked on those links I would sleep a lot more soundly tonight.