Some of you may know that my ipod broke around a year ago. I took it outside with me on a cold day and for some reason it just died.

So today, on a whim, I decided to try it in my new computer to see if it works. It does. Maybe it just needed some time to rest. Anyway, I have my ipod again. That's pretty sweet! I am joyful and thankful. It is a good day.

Also, Jones soda has attempted to capture the true meaning of Hannukah:
http://www.theprincessplanet.com/2009/12/15/hannukah-jones-soda/

I'm not sure they succeeded...

Hitting closer, if anyone wants to watch a fun family Hannukah pageant its up on facebook now. I enjoyed being in it (Philip always plays the bad guy...)

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=224951134803

I believe that was the toughest set of finals I've ever had to deal with. Not so much the finals, actually... Its the term papers that got me. 45 pages of term papers followed by three finals on the same day (I got one of them pushed further, thankfully!) made for a very stressed, tired and unhappy Philip. But all is forgiven, for now I am FREE! Wow, this feels good. Whoohoo!

And, since I have devoted two weeks of life to this, if anyone is interested in reading about:
Christianity and ancient Icelandic legal code,
Slave Revolts and Revolutions in Virginia and Haiti, or
Joss Whedon's Firefly as a social commentary on the American West,

then I'm your man! Some of you might find some of it actually interesting. I actually would have ENJOYED writing a couple of these if I had more time. Putting all of that work into these topics really makes me interested in them.

Whew! I shall enjoy this break, that's for sure!

And for those of you who have been sadly neglected for these last few weeks, I can live again!

Huh... I never questioned the rumour that an actor died in the production of Ben Hur. For all those who I shared that information with, it turns out to be FALSE. All of the death scenes in the chariot race scene were cleverly used dummies and no one actually died.

The EARLIER silent version of Ben Hur in 1926 did in fact include a fatal chariot crash but not the one we all know and love. We can all rest assured that most of the injuries incurred in that movie were sunburns. Fancy that.

And back to studying.

So today was interesting... While practicing some fight choreography for an upcoming... event... I managed to trip in the leaves and got sliced right across the mouth with a sword. Nice one Philip. So now I've got a fairly split lip that (thanks to the wonders of sewing) will probably not end up scarring too much. Oh well. Maybe next time.
In the end, we decided that the bottom lip is not in need of stitches and will heal well enough on its own.





Before and After

Well, I said I wouldn't do it but it turns out that I did after all. When the University failed to provide me with lifeguarding shifts two weeks in a row, I was forced to look elsewhere for very temporary employment. Happily for me, (and thanks to God) I managed to reconnect with my old roofing buds for a few days and had the privilege to jump right back into the roofing world. As a result, I got some money, some sunburn (a fairly humorous sunburn because Wihann refused to help me apply sunscreen so you can see exactly where my hands couldn't quite reach...) and some good times. Also, during my absence, it would appear that my comrades have all become addicted to Country music. I can deal with that though. Not all country is bad. so we did a couple of houses and by the end my skills were starting to return and I was finding my rhythm again. Slide-place-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-slide-place-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-RELOAD

Anyway, i am glad that I had a chance to reconnect and put in some honest hard work again. Now its back to lifeguarding for me.

Well, I'm sorry to say it but Christian movies tend to really suffer from poor production values and terrible writing. I try to give them a chance when they come out but its rare that I am actually impressed. I saw The Final Inquiry just hanging out on a rental shelf and decided to see what its about.  So with appropriate hesitancy, I settled down with my brother to see whether this one could be the one we've been waiting for.

So the basic plot is that the black-out and earthquake subsequent to Jesus' death was felt and feared all the way from Jerusalem to Germany and the Roman emperor is worried that something might have gone wrong. Hmm. Ok. Lets pretend that the emperor somehow managed to make this connection when he sends his trusted general Titus Valerius Taurus to Jerusalem to conduct an inquiry into the matter. Before Titus receives this mission, however, we are treated to a battle in the frozen wastes north of the Rhine (because, you know, its always snowing there. Even though the emperor is chilaxing in the warm Mediteranean weather at exactly the same moment. Come on, the Rhine isn't THAT far North.

Anyway, we witness a pleasant little snowy brawl between Romans and Goths that entertains for a while. I could attack the tactics employed by the Romans but that isn't really beneficial to anyone so I'll leave it alone and just say that a few new recruits got a little over-enthusiastic with their techniques. Battle's over, the Chieftain is killed and the victorious Titus appoints the chieftain's former right hand man as his own personal bodyguard. Smart move, right? Somehow, the new slave seems to suffer from RobinsonCrusoe'sFridayitis. You know the drill... "You attacked our village, slaughtered our priests, murdered our chief but I'll serve you to the end of my days because... Umm... Well... I guess I didn't really think about it actually. It just seemed like a good idea at the time. You must have done SOMETHING to endear yourself to me... OH YEAH! After killing my chief, you allowed me to perform traditional burial rites for him. That's enough to buy my loyalty no matter WHO you are."

So Frid- I mean Brixus follows Titus around like a puppy for the rest of the movie, periodically swinging his enormous axe when it is called for. Once they reach Jerusalem, they begin a Sherlock Holmes-esque investigation from lead to lead, meeting a few familiar faces on the way. Special appearances are made by Peter, Mary, Stephen, Pontius Pilate, Saul and a few others. The only important one, however is Tabitha. Enter the Love Interest. She is saved from those pesky late night drunkards who seem to stumble into movies so often and is predictably saved by our friend Titus. The girl's biggest asset was her amazingly bright teeth. (alright, so she DID have a really pretty face, but her teeth were what you noticed first.) UPDATE: Whoah! Apparently she is actually Penelope Cruz' sister? I don't really know her except for her name but she's famous, right? Anyway, once she is rescued, I mentioned to PD that she wouldn't have that trouble in the first place if she walked with her mouth shut. Right after I said that, she walked away into the night and seriously, her teeth were the last thing visible!

I think I've shared enough of the plot now. I'll go through some of the themes. For one thin, I found it disappointingly anti-Jewish. Practically all of the Jews in it were portrayed as violent and cruel and their main pastime was stoning people. (We sympathize for her when her mother is stoned for consorting with a Roman.) Tabitha, with her high Jewish standards and "I don't touch gentiles" mentality is viewed as sheltered by her father and silly for holding such beliefs.  Now be that as it may (not touching might be a bit much...) I found it appalling just how quickly she was overcome by the main character's Roman charms. So after a few meetings in the street, not only did they touch hands, but they KISSED FOR MORE THAN A FULL MINUTE! SERIOUSLY! It was one of the worst movie kisses I've ever seen and I did NOT expect it in a movie such as this! We saw saliva bridging the gap between their faces! It was AWFUL! And it totally undermined her character! She lost the only shred of respectability that she possessed and came out of the encounter looking terribly less attractive for abandoning her beliefs like that. Then her crazy lapidating (look it up, at least the movie taught me something) dad nearly beat her to death with a stick.

Pilate and Saul put together a few really hairbrained plans to try to cover up the resurrection including a scheme to hire gladiators to pose as believers hiding Jesus' body as well as an even STRANGER scheme taking place at Lazarus' tomb. It was a source of nearly boundless unintended hilarity. 

So once Titus stumbles through the movie and reaches the moral, the emperor ends up believing that Jesus is the way as a result of the inquiry and he immediately named Christianity as the Empire's official religion ...but he got murdered before he could implement his plan and that's why we had to wait for Constantine. Darn you Caligula!

Plus side... Well, the costumes and locations were very well done! This was a high budget movie and it shows in their attention to detail. The main problems were the acting, the writing and the characters. We met some interesting ones but none that you can really care about. The mystery aspect of it is not entirely exciting because everyone on AND off screen knows what he's looking for except for him. The true values of Christ are misrepresented and in the end, its Titus' love for Tabitha that tips the scales of conversion, not any real belief or even knowledge of the teachings of Christ.

End result: I am glad that I rented it because I feel that I owe it to them to at least give them a chance. I would just love to be wowed by a Christian production (and if any of you know of any outstanding examples, please let me know!) but my search is still ongoing I haven't seen one that I really enjoyed since Ben Hur. We're coming up on the end of the review... Oh, I know this part! I'm supposed to make a play on the name of the movie! Lets see...

So after sitting through this muddle (and fast forwarding a few scenes when I ceased to care), at least I can be thankful that this is promised to be the LAST Inquiry.

It seems like a shame to break this much silence with a sad entry but that's just what you get. I was planning on posting about how great my family canoe trip was (It really was!!) but I just don't feel like it anymore.

Today my family is going to Fiddler on the Roof. I won't be with them. They bought me tickets but I thought that my workschedule would not allow me to attend. It turns out that I was wrong. I realized this yesterday and went to find my parents to inform them that I could still come. But being the numbskull I am, I forgot what I was going to tell them and as a result, my tickets have been given to others (great people, and of course that was the right and natural choice) and I am stuck at home moping about how pathetic my desultory memory is. All of the shows are sold out of course.

I do wish that this despairing feeling wasn't so familiar. Did I mention that I managed to lose my bathing suit last week? How careless of me. It was tied (securely, or so I thought) to my handlebars and somehow managed to come undone and fall away without me noticing. There is nothing to be gained by continuing in this vein. The point is that I am hopeless. There really isn't any other word for it. "Oh, but now its going to come true because you believe it." There's only so long that I can fight off self-fulfilling prophecies and curses. There comes a point when one has to call a spade a spade and all of the evidence in my life points to me being entirely unable to trust my memory which frequently lets me down when I need it the most, greatly to the detriment of myself and the people around me. I dare you to say otherwise.

No really, if anyone can convince me that there's actually any hope at all, I would just be tickled pink to hear it. As far as I go (at least in the terribly dark and bitter mood I'm in right now) I no longer have any belief whatsoever that I can beat this thing.

//End of emo rant. Initializing renaissance of hope.

Alright, zero time has gone by between when I wrote I'm writing now and what can be seen darkening the cyberpages above. But there's only so much emotional rampaging that I can allow myself to emit. It IS rather ridiculous, isn't it? Ok, so first off, missing a production of Fiddler is not the end of the world, merely severely disappointing. Hmm... It strikes me that the words "merely" and "severely" probably shouldn't be used next to eachother... Anyway, I'll probably find it in me to survive, the people I let down will live to forgive me (I'm sorry Ricki! I know you were so excited about going!) and I've seen it before so I suppose there's no permanant harm done. Ah, but I might say that this isn't about the show! Its about the overall inability to deal with more than one thought at a time. Yeah... about that... It can't really be all that bad, can it? Therein lies the problem... It can and it is. That's simply a fact of life and I really can't spin this one so that it isn't. I am in error, however, when I suggest that I need to stay there. There is still hope, although I'll be jiggered if I can see it. In times like this, I can't help but feel like a small and whiny version of Job.
      "What strength do I have, that I should still hope?
       What prospects, that I should be patient?"
Instead, I pray that I may have faith like David:

To you, O LORD, I lift up my soul;
  In you I trust, O my God.

       Do not let me be put to shame,
       nor let my enemies triumph over me.

   No one whose hope is in you
       will ever be put to shame,
       but they will be put to shame
       who are treacherous without excuse.

Ah, Sovereign LORD, you have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and outstretched arm. Nothing is too difficult for you.

So there is hope. These light and momentary troubles are not enough to drag me down any further. Sigh. Here I come.

Today, Amber amazed me. She has been coming to the Wednesday member swims every week for months. At first, she just got in the water and stood there for a while. later, she would slowly creep towards the deep end, clutching the edge the whole time. She slowly lowered her face into the water and got used to it covering her head. I gave her some tips about treading water. She could tread for about seven seconds before she had to grab the edge again. She tried floating on her back, paddling with her arms.
Today, she was swimming lengths. I talked to her. She went under when she was little and has been terrified of water ever since, even though she loves being in it. Not everyone takes lessons when they are young. Very few of those who are afraid of water try to conquer that. I'm just amazed and its really neat to watch someone growing like that. Today is a good day.

Also, Today I worked with a sub instead of the coworker that annoys the heck out of me. Yay! 

Alright, off to studying. Have a great week, all!

Last few weeks have been pretty great! Unfortunately, that means that I haven't been using this time for essays which makes the upcoming weeks much WORSE! Oh well. I shall continue the trend and spend this time to update my LJ. I'll do twice the work afterwords, honest! Afterwords? Really, Spellchecker, REALLY? I think I shall revert to my first spelling. AfterwArds.

So, yesterday was pretty great. First off, we lifeguarded for a school group. Now this group is pretty awful, with a teacher who doesn't care and students who don't listen. We have sent them home early two weeks in a row. We've already sent letters to the administration concerning her class. This week, however, they were really GOOD! They listened well and paid attention and did what we asked. The teacher even said something once or twice. So everyone had fun and the kids got free time this week and I hosted a biggest splash contest. Afterwards I gave the kids a little congratulations and thanked them for being so good, at which point the teacher said: "The fact that there weren't as many of you had a lot to do with it too." Ummm... thanks. Thanks for totally deflating my praise. Just because there weren't as many doesn't mean that I can't be proud of them! Sheesh.
Anyway, that was great! 

Later on, in Classical Medieval and Renaissance class, we had a foodshare! Our assignment was to research and present a CMorR recipe and prepare it (optional). This is the recipe that I chose (mostly because it didn't involve any alcohol and it had ingredients that I could find without much trouble)

PEVORAT FOR VEEL AND VENYSON

Take brede and fry it in grece. Draw it up with broth and vynegar. Take thereto powdor of peper and salt and sette it on the fyre. Boile it and mess it forth.

This recipe was taken from the Forme of Cury, A Roll Of Ancient English Cookery, Compiled, about A.D. 1390, by the Master-Cooks of King Richard II.

Its got all sorts of interesting recipes. Mutton in beer... Frumenty... Cherry pottage... cowcumbers...

Anyway, mine more or less ended up as pieces of toast soaked in beef stock. It was pretty good, for what it was. Obviously it was supposed to be served with venison or something but it was ok on its own. Two other classmates made tasty dishes as well: Gingerbread (more like crumbs, nuts and honey mush, very sweet), almond tarts and fig pastries. The fig pastries were especially good! Maybe I'm just saying that because we had a mini baking party the day before and I cut the figs into little pieces myself... The almonds proved to be quite difficult to grind into paste. After modern technology failed, we resorted to the good old fashioned mortar and pestle. End result = Delicious.

Although she didn't actually go to the bother of roasting one, one of my classmates had some very interesting things to say about roast peacock. This was a luxury dish for the nobility, who didn't really like how it tasted but thought that it looked nice. So after they had roasted the bird, they would resew him back into his skin (the recipe insisted on calling the pecoke "him") and reattach the feathers. Yum.

So that was a pretty fun (and tasty!) class.

Also, since the topic of tuduckens came up in class, I shall now post from Wikipedia the record of nested birds cooked together.

"The largest recorded nested bird roast is 17 birds, attributed to a royal feast in France in the early 19th century (originally called a Rôti Sans Pareil, or "Roast without equal") - a bustard stuffed with a turkey, a goose, a pheasant, a chicken, a duck, a guinea fowl, a teal, a woodcock, a partridge, a plover, a lapwing, a quail, a thrush, a lark, an Ortolan Bunting and a Garden Warbler. ^[2] The final bird is small enough that it can be stuffed with a single olive; it also suggests that, unlike modern multi-bird roasts, there was no stuffing or other packing placed in between the birds. This dish probably could not be legally recreated in the modern era as many of the listed birds are now protected species."

I just found this article about some people who made a Turgoobarguimalpouquaparpiphechaylsducken.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/devon/7164860.stm
It was written in 2007 so presumably, if their 21-bird roast went through, they now hold the new record.

So yeah... nested birds.

On that note, I hear the diplomatic relations between Byzantium and Western Christendom calling my name. So long my friends!

I finally managed to give blood today. Third time's the charm, as they say. I still don't quite understand why I got turned down the last couple of times but at least I managed to do my part today. Apparently I bleed nice and quickly so it didn't take that long. Well worth the cookies. Although that's a pretty odd deal. "Hey, wanna give me two cups of your blood for some cookies?" Aside from that, business is as usual. Assignments are due and midterms are here.

On the other hand, I had a really nice lifeguarding shift. Instead of switching off every half hour, my guarding partner Sarah and I sat through the whole thing and talked (passing the flutterboard of authority back and forth every half hour). It was nice to get to know her a little and definitely more interesting than watching the lane swimmers swim back and forth, back and forth... Although of course I DID watch them do that at the same time!

And I also had the best bus driver ever today. He usually calls out all of the stops before he reaches them but today, he added little tidbits while he was doing it. "We're coming up to 4th street and speaking of that, we have about 4 inches of snow for you to shovel when you get home." Later on, he gave us the temperature, humidity, etc. And when a truck came slipping out of a back alley and couldn't stop, the bus driver managed to steer around him instead of crashing. "Whew. Good thing I took my blood thinners this morning!" I don't believe that I have ever seen passengers applaud the driver before. Good times.

Hey guys, Check it out:
I bought a laptop! An Acer and I'm very happy with it. I think I got a really good price on it.
With the help of Ricki and Colin, I went to Staples first. The chap was kind enough to explain what a lot of the numbers and letters mean and I was more or less correct when I assumed the big numbers to look for here were ram and memory. After looking at some of their models, I pulled out a flier from Future Shop and asked him what the difference was between the computer in the magazine and the one in front of us and why I should buy the one there (it was $200 more expensive). His answer: "Actually, that one has better value, you should buy it instead."
I hope he doesn't rely on commission because I took his advice and bought it from Future Shop instead.

So there we have it. Fafnir has 4GB DDR2 and a 320 GB hard drive. Whoohooo!! Ah, I remember the old days... "Gotta free up 60mb of space so that we can fit this program." "I just need to save this file before the computer freezes or the program quits..." "You have to wait for twenty minutes after you turn the computer on for it to get ready, and then you need to close twenty error messages..."
Those days, my friends, are OVER!

As a side note, I have discovered that you can cut the price by a good chunk by removing the word "blue". I don't need bluetooth and I am hesitant to believe that blueray is really the wave of the future. I don't see dvd's disappearing all that soon...


In other news, it was a lot warmer when I biked to school this morning than when I biked home. Brrrr.

Also, I lifeguarded for a school group that came in today. Man, good teachers make all the difference. On Tuesday, the teacher who brought the kids ignored us both times we asked her to take her shoes off on the deck and she paid almost no attention to the kids. Today, the teacher immediately removed her footwear, informed us that she would deal with any upstarts personally and was always ready to lend a hand. Her kids were well behaved too! It was actually FUN.

Ricki lent the book Inkheart to Ingrid. One of Ingrid's favourite characters died in it and PD caught me online while I was at school...

                     
                    Paul: ingrid is freaking out

 So my mom finished my sister's newest gown today. For those of you who don't know Ingrid, she's very quixotic and enjoys dress-up even more than I do! 
( Ingrid )

And before you ask, yes that IS Ingrid's real reading list... I should have included Shakespeare too but I couldn't find the volume. She reads more classic literature than I do.

[Edit] If you can't read them, her books are Jane Eyre, Les Miserables, Geoffrey Chauser's Canterbury Tales and Fahrenheit 451. She also recently finished a childrens book about Robin Hood. I always find it a little disconcerting when I see her reading pony books or something that girls her age USUALLY read...

Essay #1 =90% Machiavelli's Elastic Morality
Essay #2 =87% The Consequences of Condottieri in 14th Century Italy
Essay #3 = In Progress: Let's get cracking!


I suspect, however, that the downward trend will take a slightly larger leap with this one...

My sister while fighting with her boyfriend Ben who took her lighter:

"You know that mother bear, when her children are eaten by cannibals and she gets supernatural strength? Well I AM THAT MOTHER BEAR!"

>she proceeds to continues losing the fight<

"Unfortunately, Ben has the strength of the GRANDMOTHER BEAR!"

"Philip! I got it! Write that down! I won!"

2:18 AM.

2137 words.

Almost done.

Just need to tie off the loose ends and this essay is history!
(ah ha, history. Get it? Its a history essay? Oh dear...)

Back to work! I need to be able to function tomorrow so that I can work on my NEXT essay!

Realization #1: My dance instructor lives on my street.
Realization #2: HE'S the guy who jogs by wearing the ultra-short running shorts!!!

I... I never knew.

Ok. I'm done now. That was the fourth Thanksgiving Meal I've had in three days. I am stuffed to the gills with turkey and if I let it, the tryptophan would knock me out for a week! Yay turkey!

In other news, life is wonderful and there is more to be thankful for than I can name. I shall narrow it down to giving thanks only for things that start with the letter... F

Family: I love my family! Its so great to see them whenever we get together at my Grandma's
Friends: Also greatly loved! Good times had all around.
Felicity: I am so happy! Life is wonderful and beautiful and I am full of joy.
Festivity: FOUR Thanksgiving get-togethers! Yay!
Food: Gobble gobble?
Fun: Dancing and laughing and joking and talking with aforementioned friends and family.
Fall: Leaves and trees and brisk breezes and heaps of gold on every lawn.

How about you? Can you think of anything to be thankful for? (words starting with F earn extra points!)

WARNING: This post contains mature subject matter that should not have been viewed by children and most definitely should NOT have been forced upon me!

So, I was taking the 6:30 bus from the university. The number 3 bus, as it happens, since we have been staying at Gordie Howe campground for the last week, what with it being the feast of tabernacles, booths and succas. At one point, five or six people get on the bus, a couple of them reeking pretty bad of alcohol and one of them kind of zoned out. A youngish guy and a younger girl sit right across from me and he pulls out a bottle with mysterious green liquid in it. I don't know what it was, but since he saw fit to smuggle it in his sleeve, it seems likely that it was somewhat intoxicating. It would fit with their general state of... intoxication...

I go back to my reading, trying to ignore the almost constant stream of cusses and abuse heaped between them. I was just polishing off the section about St. Thomas More and Utopia when I heard some noises from across the isle and I looked up to find out what it was. My mistake. The girl had peeled off her shirt and the two of them were in the act of groping, coupled with vigorous sucking of face. They immediately yelled at me as if I had broken into their house or something and told me to look the other way. I happily complied and went back to my reading but the damage was already done. Somehow, I had managed to insult them and invade their privacy (on a PUBLIC BUS!). When they finally got off, they flipped me a half a dozen birds and then -get this- she PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE! I am NOT making this up! Some of my blood even splattered the window. Ok, I AM making that up. It was actually a pretty weak punch. One of those "drunk punches" that I am now suddenly familiar with. I was more shocked than hurt. They then got off the bus, flipped some more birds, walked around the bus until they were outside my window, where the guy pressed his middle finger up against the glass at me and the girl tried to communicate something to me using complicated hand gestures. Since I'm not an expert in sign language, I can only assume that she was saying "I am sorry for mistaking this bus for a private bedroom and I apologize for punching you in the face." At least that's what I THINK she was trying to say...

This is another event in a series of run-ins with drunk people. On Canada Day, I was biking home and a car drove past me and the person in the passenger seat threw his beer in my face!

A few months before that, I was waved down by a guy on the side of the road who asked me to "Let meh in thr car n' w'll get sumfink t'eaat." After politely refusing, I drove on and bumped into a cop car (not literally) a block later who were obviously looking for someone so I pointed them in his direction.

Then there was that time when I found a girl near my house with blood all over her hand and no memory of how it happened. The instructions she gave me that were supposed to take her home ended up leading to the liquor store instead...

Oh yes, and earlier this week, someone at the bus stop who was either drunk or just weird said "When does a bus come? I don't care! Any bus! Ten minutes?! That's **** stupid! I think they should come NOW! Don't you think so! Argh!" And then he stomped off and stood in the middle of the road looking for a bus...

Why me? Maybe its because I "Look like I know how to party". That's what someone in the Tunnel in Place Riel said when he tried to get me to join his pub crawl. I wonder just what aspect of me makes it look like I'm ripe pub crawl material? Whatever. All I know is that I happen to attract drunk people a lot. This is the first time someone has actually tried physical violence though.

10:00 AM -Classics class in Education
11:20 AM - Hastily leaves class to get to History in Arts
12:50 PM - Runs towards STM for CMRS class
12:55 PM - realizes that my new bunnyhug is missing
1:00 PM - Checks History classroom and determines that bunnyhug is not there
1:05 PM - Finds bunnyhug in Classics classroom
1:10 PM - Makes it back to CMRS classroom in STM
1:11 PM - Realizes that I actually have Hebrew, not CMRS
1:11 PM - Doh!
1:15 PM - Finally makes it to Hebrew class, almost too late to write quiz

Also, later I bussed to the downtown library to meet up with some friends and when I got there, I realized that my bunnyhug (which I had supposedly attached firmly to my backpack with straps) was gone AGAIN! So Ricki and I had to grab a new bus and hightail it back to the university to retrace my steps until I found it lying in a parking lot across from Place Riel. This made the fourth time in four days that I forgot or lost my bunnyhug somewhere. Each time I've been able to recover it but there's still something wrong with this picture It makes for kind of depressingly funny stories but its a very serious problem and I and I don't know how to deal with it.

Oh yes, and I also fell asleep on the bus at eleven oclock and had to be woken up by the bus driver...