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Mom and Oma came over today.It was great. Mom came with presents. She bought me four new coffee mugs, despite the fact that I only asked her to bring up the one I'd gotten for christmas, cuz I didn't have enough mugs to serve the three of us coffee, and she brought me an easter basket. It contained a plush bunny (very cute), new Cleanser and Moisturizer (which I'd also asked her to bring) as well as various chocolates. I can't go home for easter this year: I'll be stuck in rez, studying for exams. That sucks.

After coffee, we went out to Culpeppers for brunch. It was good, but it made my stomach upset. I blame the perrogies. After Culpeppers, we went grocery shopping. Mom paid for me. We then went to the mall, and once we'd found it, looked through a few shops and ended up with four prints for Mom's clinic, and a card for my sister's birthday (Which I will also not be home for), paid for by Oma.

That's the thing about spending time with Oma. I just can't leave empty handed. She'll either buy me something, or give me something she already has. Mom has mentioned once that I'm one of Oma's favourite grandchildren. Whether this is because she used to baby-sit me when I was little, or whether it's because I'm the first of her grandchildren to go to university, I don't know. In all fairness, one of my older cousins DID go to college, for small engine repair. I'm grandkid number 7 out of 25. Still, the point is, I feel like Oma's spoiling me. When I spent the weekend with her during Reading week, I came home with a grocery bag full of stuff. I feel bad about accepting it all, but Oma doesn't take no for an answer. Still, she has 24 other grandkids, and I feel bad about wasting so much of Oma's money.

After our Mall-trolling, Mom and Oma had to go home. It's a 4 hour drive, and my little sister has school tomorrow morning. Not to mention the fact that Oma is old.

Anywhoo, I went back to rez with my groceries, and sang for year-end mass. Oma's thrilled that I'm at the catholic dorm here (Hence the religious services) But honestly, I don't go much. Whenever I'm not studying, I generally don't have the energy to drag myself next door to the chapel. I went to three masses this year. Start of year, Year end, and Father Max's first mass. I have one of the standard songs stuck in my head. It's called "Comme Lui", and in case you couldn't tell, it's french. ^^; Today, there was the awards ceremony after mass. That was my original motive for going. I didn't win anything. I didn't really expect to.

Going off on a tangent here: I remember once, I think it was my grade 12 retreat for Religion class. We were at the Church, doing various "be nice to ppl"-related activities. One such activity was a meditation session. I felt this... sensation... in the middle of my forehead. Sort of like when someone was holding a finger close. Close enough to touth the bitty hairs growing there, but not close enough to touch skin. If you don't know what I mean, I can't describe it any better than that. I was told that this was "positive energy flowing into me" or something like that. Now, the weird thing is, that when I'm at church during mass, and the mass is entirely in a language I understand (IE English), then I get the same feeling. Now, whether I meditate in Church, or whether Church has a meditative effect on me, I don't know.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that church is an incredibly amazing Religious experience, and I'm not saying that Catholicism is the be-all and end-all of religion. Heck, the Catholic church is messed up, and I admit it. I am also of the opinion that nothing messed up will change if you run away from it, so I continue to go to mass every few months and so on. The point is, the very basic message they teach, as I see it, works for me. As I see it, it's "Be nice to people. If everyone was nice to everyone else, the world would be a great place to be. It'd rock." And, assuming that my "Major Religions" class in grade 11 was accurate, that's also the basic message behind a LOT of other major religions. Every one we studied, I think. That still doesn't explain my meditative-like feeling, but oh well. It's nice and relaxing, so I'm not going to complain.

Anywhoo, off of Religion. I tried to stick in an email link in here, so here's hoping it works. Here's hoping that it works. Here's hoping that I can see my hit counter on Timbitz today, too. I'll go and check that right now.

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Well, D-day has come and gone, without incident *heaves a sigh of relief* The other frosh who I have to pick with wasn't there, but I still had to compete for first pick over her. The rez life co-ordinator, who was presiding over the room picks, had five cards, ace (1) through 5... Whoever drew the highest number picked first. I drew for myself (duh) and Erin drew for Angèle, the other frosh. I drew the five, and Erin drew the ace. (HAH!) So I'm third in line for a single.

As far as people moving out, here is how thing officially stand: Two girls will be graduating, and their rooms have been snapped up by Next year's Don, currently in her second year, and my roommate, also in second year. Two more girls have said that they will be moving out, but they don't have a place yet, and they DID pick rooms, but they have also said that they're definitely moving out. The other girl from across the street, and one of the chinese exchange students will be claiming those rooms. Now... I thought that would have left me out of luck for a single, but recently a third year, Daina, has expresed the desire to move out as well. If she does, I'll get her room. And after that, all the singles will have been newly claimed, save Pamela's, and she's staying. That means that Angèle is out of luck for a single on our floor. She's moving out, into a double on Second Gold, with one of her friends there. Everyone is happy.

Lisa came into my room after the room picks, saying how she was glad I got first pick over Angèle. She told the don she was at a family dinner, her door board says she's at a friend's, and her MSN says she's at a movie. I'm glad, too. We got more than a week's notice. If you can't re-arrange a trip with your friends, or not make new plans with a week's notice, then it isn't much of a priority for you, now is it.

Onto other news. I've started to re-make an old Sega Genesis game with some friends from Comp Sci. Shining Force 1. I ended up getting stuck with the graphics, after some of the guys saw my art. Not that I mind. It's an interesting challenge, and I look forward to starting on it actively, the art and the programming. I just recently got my hands on a copy of the game. After my trip out west, I'll start looking for copies of other versions of the game.

^^; The time is now 1:06pm ET.. my one and only class today got out at 11:30.... I went to lunch first, and then went here to the comp lab in school to check on a message board about our remake. While I was there, I decided to check my mail to see if this self-proclaimed artist had sent me anything. He hadn't. Next thing you know, I'm here blogging. I really should get back to rez, make myself a caffeinated beverage (I'm leaning towards tea), and start on that Comp Sci assignment. It's due tomorrow.

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Things are really tense at rez. My floor chooses our rooms for next year on Tuesday of next week, and things are really getting crazy. This year's fourth years have nothing to worry about, because they're graduating and will be gone next year. The third years don't have anything to worry about, because they already have their coveted single rooms. For the second and first years, it's a whole other story.

There are two singles guaranteed to open up next year: The ones that are currently occupied by the fourth years. Our Don for next year is a second year. Being Don, she is guaranteed at least ONE of the singles. That leaves one single, and five people on the floor in doubles who want a single. Based on seniority rules, the two other girls currently in second year will get first dibs, and have taken to fighting amongst themselves over it. And that's making everyone on the floor irritated.

My roommate is one of those two second years, and she's applied to the Mature Student Residence as a second shot at a single. The other girl is, and always has been, vocal about her opinions, and lives across the hall from me. I just can't escape it. Other than the second year, there is an exchange student who has pick before me, and another first year who has to pick at the same time as me.

Now, I, for one, have already accepted the fact that I will most likely be living in a double with a frosh next year. That doesn't bug me as long as I can get the big one across the hall, and the side of the room that the door isn't on, but that shouldn't be a problem. Everyone else seems to be going nuts. At least two people have said they might not be back if they don't get singles, and two third years are hemming and hawing about getting an apartment. Their lack of a clear effort on that front further frustrates people. The mood is very tense. I wish everyone would lighten up. Not getting a single won't kill you.

It's going to be very quiet this weekend. Everyone seems to be going home to do just that. Not only is there an exodus from my floor going on, but I've heard of at least two more floors experiencing the same thing. Only 6 more weeks. I hope everyone hasn't killed each other by then.

On a lighter note, I found a new WK Fanmade music vid. It's to the tune of "A view to a Kill" The original song is sung by Duran Duran for the James Bond movie of the same title. Considering my fanfiction challenge up at Timbitz, I found it's existence to be amsuing. The vid is great, too.

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