Things That Hurt

Sometimes it's good to remember that there are many ways in which I can hurt myself.

Lately, I seem to be in a burning phase. I burnt my finger on the toaster. I burnt my hand on the oven rack. I burnt my other finger on the edge of a frying pan. I'm lucky I don't look like something out of one of those terrible Halloween mummy movies.

I'm hoping that this is something from which I will rapidly recover. I don't want to know how much more pain I can inflict by getting any clumsier around very hot objects. I shudder to think of what may happen should I actually undertake the aforementioned baking.

Anyway, I haven't yet reached a conclusion as to whether I should continue to blog. I'm getting back in to the habit of writing daily, but I've discovered that there are some things I don't like about freedom of expression. I believe that sometimes we use media as a cowardly way of eliminating our problems for ourselves. I don't want to become overly attached to such an indirect and trivial form of communication. Maybe I'm taking the whole idea of blogging too seriously. Maybe it's just because people I know read this thing (or they used to). I'm not sure.

I blog again??

Hullo

I'm sure you've all missed me terribly. Sarcasm aside, I am actually going to try and maintain this more frequently. Especially in light of all the snide little comments I didn't even know you'd been leaving.

So, for updates...

School is great. Except for the part where first term finals are only a week away and I still haven't memorized the origins, insertions, and/or actions for the muscles of the forearm, let alone the thigh or leg. Finals are comprehensive. I'm sooo screwed. On the up side though, I have, so far, maintained an A, A+ average which leads me to believe I may finally have found something I'm good at. Yea me!

I'm also soooo broke. Yep, so broke that I had to move back home. Sigh. I really don't' like the lack of "my space" even if it is free. Mothers just don't get the whole reciprocal respect thing, even while they're touting the "let's just pretend we're roommates" line. Grrr. However, I see more of Sheldon now that I don't live with him, so it isn't all that bad.

On the up side, I may get my very own kitten. I'm that pathetic that people are now throwing fuzzy animals at me to keep me happy. I won't say no. I mean, who could say no to a kitten?

Christmas is my only consolation. I can't wait to get to Kelowna and the snow!! I have determined that there will be snow this year, and not just on the day we leave to come back to Vancouver. I set up the Christmas tree last weekend, so I got to decorate it my way. Martha would be proud. I might even try to bake something this year, yes, I said bake, not burn. Who knows? Anything's possible. (Stuffing yourself with advent calendar chocolate has a way of making you optimistic about everything.)