How to catch an elephant

You wouldn't hate a puppy, would you?

Friday 5/10/13 - Ellie Von Bun

For those who have slumbered here, I am sorry for my quietness. If there was anything I could say to explain for my behavior I'd explain the hell out of me, but unfortunately I don't think I can.

Let's try to do this with pictures then!

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So, I apparently live in some sort of a cave.

First I had my finals, which I failed in the end (except for one I think). I focused on them stressing the hell out of me. For nothing.

I also spent some time with quality company, a nice young lad kept me out of trouble and made me feel a bit sorry for leaving. Also, the spring just started so it was really a shame to leave just then.

When I returned to home, I blamed jet lag, which really is not a good reason for not to blog.

I'm hunting for a job and an apartment which is so stressing that I shut myself in the world of games, The Sims 3 and Civilization 5 mostly, and ignore the mess and the horrible thought of not having a penny and nothing to do. Except for cleaning and unpacking. Which I don't want to do.

Please forgive this face. This is my "I'm sorry I'm just a puppy" -look.

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Come on, I'm not even showering, why would I blog?

Hey, I've been checking couple apartments already and guess what?

People are crazy and homeless.

Let's say we go to see a wildly expensive place with cracking walls and moldy floors. People come in and the first thing they do is throw the nice lady who is showing the place with applications.

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And whatever the nice lady says makes the people to calm themselves.

"There's really no room for an actual stove, but we have this handy separate stove you can hide in the cabin!"

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"Yeah well, there's really no room for bathroom either, so we have toilet in the kitchen so you can cook while you poop!"

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Well, I've decided to leave this student apartment and find a place I can stay after graduation so I'm one of those lovely people. Oh my.

I still have interviews to go to and shits to do so let's keep our pants on and be patient. I'm also meeting ALL of my friends like there's no tomorrow so I'm too happy to blog and whine. Oh, wait..

Now I wish I had finished all the raw texts I've made, but no. Not good enough.

And now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and made food out of nothing.

Please excuse me of my horrible English, which according to one of my professors is hard to understand, but I'm still horribly tired and can hardly focus.

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I'm broke, broken and full of Zen

Tuesday 3/26/13 - Ellie Von Bun

Hey you guys with Spotify!



I got bored and put my Spotify playlists into a better order. This is my pride now that I'm trying to keep nice and clean. (Hope the link works) If you like it, follow it! No pressure.

So last week I got mail from doctor saying I should come back and take more blood samples before that.

Sounds assuring, right?

My sickness was indeed very fun. First I thought it was plain hangover. After a day I decided that it was a food poisoning. After that I thought it might be some sort of body flu or whatever they call it. Later I was jumping on between salmonella and cancer. And around that time I fought my way to the doctor.

After antibiotics I got better and so happened that I was more sick than original flu would have been. Apparently I got some kind of "vital liver infection" which my body thank heavens already got through. Me and my doctor both are quite sure that it was unfortunate reaction after heavily consuming alcohol or something, but I still have to take all kinds of tests. Mainly because the doctor is worried that I got hepatitis or something from the tattoo place. But this is very unlikely. So don't worry.

But now I'm quite done with Saskatoon. When you lie in your bed a week, unable to go farther than the toilet, your mind is your only company. One friend was kind enough to bring me something to drink and helped on my way to the doctor and waited for me there. Other than that, I was all alone, miserable and sad.

And I knew that back in Finland I would have had somebody to take care of me, at least for a while. Actually, I have been already looked after there by more than one person, for example after my break-up when I couldn't leave the house and was unable to eat. It's no fun being sick enough to cry all the time all alone.

All these people do and care is having fun. In one way, it's always fun to have fun, but I'm starting to be sick and tired of the way of having fun here.

Of course, that means you always have to be drunk. And last Friday as I was hanging at a party sober I realized that those parties are that horrible that you have to be drunk to survive them.

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I'm tired of seeing drunk people hitting on each other and accidentally and on purpose showing intimate places. It's like being a teenager all over again. Or hamsters in a small box.

My liver already failed me and I was one of the boring ones! What the hell guys!?

I'm now killing time by doing schoolwork and getting ready for heading back home (one month left!). But I don't want to be a total douche so I'm trying to enjoy my time as much as I can, even though the end of April couldn't come sooner. Especially as I decided to move to my own place, out of roommate living! Yay!

So, good luck for me as I'm broke and sober probably for the rest of my trip. Gym and outside world, here I come! Fuck you all drunk idiots with your second (or still the first) teenage! This girl is done and now paid her dues.

Thank god here are a few nice and actually fun people who makes the time here worth it. Otherwise I would run, fast and far.

Edit note: Even though I'm 100% sure the doctor said "vital", she did have a super thick accent and I'm now sure she meant viral. That makes more sense.

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No, I don't have hypochondria but cancer, sure.

Monday 3/18/13 - Ellie Von Bun

There I was, minding my own business, watching Twilight Breaking Dawn part 2 and taking everything in from a mild hangover and making decisions about life and hardly realized that I was getting sicker and sicker.

Finally, I went to sleep early to kick the nauseating feeling. Sadly, it was not the hangover anymore.

So I've spent the last week weeping at night, fearing for my life to end, vomiting blood (quite innocently, except my mind is sure I'm dying because of this), hoping for life to end and in the end, fearing that it might not end after all.

Now as the Sunday night goes down, I feel mildly okay. Mildly as in my stomach still aches, but I'm still able to eat even though not with normal pace and enthuast.

Anyway, before this, time has gone by juggling with doing fun stuff and stressing about massive amount of schoolwork. Have I yet done any? Well, I started! And I made nice schedule in my head how to work this on. Except I fell ill and now I'm way late in that too.

Thank goodness these teachers are so damn nice and help me so I'm not lost cause yet!

This also means my head is all full of boring school stuff and hate for alcohol and human beings. Even though I've had week for strickly to my thoughts, hardly anything is publishable by any means. Maybe I will someday tell how I decided to be a good person from here on, but that might just be that. Who knows.

Just for not making this post about procrastination and vomiting 'n stuff, I present you with my deep hatred given to my path by Canadian engineers. Those guys really have thumbs in their asses or something.

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Nothing wrong with this picture, is there?

FALSE.

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This building is supposed to be brand new and does that look fresh and practical to you? Well, no, it's already getting off the wall and not the way that I wanted.

And what's wrong with no hand showers? I've never seen one. Only these types high on top of your head, that's it. Who comes clean just standing there? My poor feet are soon growing mold because I can't find a good way to wash them under these god forbidden showerheads.

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This. I hate this. I hate this so much. I have to put the water running with it's full force and wait for spot to run in. This with the fact that you can't take the showerhead to your hand is the combination of pure evil.

And if I want warm water slowly running on top of me? Not gonna happen, this shower won't have no pussies here, if you want your lame water, you'll take it ice cold, bitch.

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Here's me in the shower. Well an illustration of some sort at least. The dudette is at least at the correct height to picture my joy in the shower. There's that convenient little bench that forces me to stand in that spot, facing that goddamn water that is shooting on my face with full force.

I have tried standing on the bench, sitting on it, staying under the force but there really isn't any normal way to use this shower.

This shower is a work of pure idiotism and it blows my mind how someone must been jumping out of their trousers saying "Guys, guys, I know how we gonna make a shower that works!" and have the others to go with it. It must've been April Fools' day.

No, it definitely was.

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Socially awkward elephant procrastinates

Wednesday 3/6/13 - Ellie Von Bun

Guess what?

I got my first tattoo!

My mom will definitely kill me, but that won't be happening until she finds out. So never again I shall go to spend summer in our cottage or visit sauna with my mom.

Here is my Photoshop sketch of the idea:

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Yeah, that's one ugly little bastard.

Luckily, the real one is fairly different, but I'll save it for later to show it. You know, because I'm so fair and cool!

So I had exciting few weeks!

It started with a Drag show in Carnival of Sex, which was a first of those for me. It was indeed entertaining, as the carnival theme causes tingling in my exciteness areas (in a non-sexual way, as that sounds somewhat dirty).

I'm also certain I must start pole dancing as soon as I head back to Finland. I definitely want a body and muscles like those girls in the show. (Different show, these were actual girls!)

On Monday I grabbed the balls of my most annoying fear, the fear of heights. So I went wall climbing with my friend! I went beyond my expectations and got higher as I've never would have dreamt and enjoyed it very much! Yay me and yay my friend! Definitely going back again and I will surprise my roommate back in Finland by showing my squirrellike qualities.

On Friday it was time for my second fear, the fear of needles. Tattoo time! I was extremely annoying client as I wanted multiple changes to the sketch and didn't seem certain or satisfied at all. I am satisfied, but who can be content while freaking out so near to your fears with annoying buzzing sound all around you.

The picture was fast to do, thanks to my awesome tattoo artist who also designed the unique picture! I survived and just almost fainted after the work from all the excitment and adrenaline. Just almost. Not quite.

And now I can start planning the next one, for which I actually have two different ideas. Maybe I'll get them both in time. Sorry mom.

We had Reading week (also known as Spring break) after that and I travelled to Vancouver with three of my school mates. 27 hour bus ride (with 3 hour delay) was surprisingly easy with games, talking, books and a neck pillow. I guess I'm getting old as my legs have decided to go against me by not standing long trips sitting.

I also could have hit the old man next to me who had all his stuff in his feet, and slightly on my side, with one bag constantly falling on top of my fresh tattoo. I was pissed.

We did all kinds of things in such a pace that I'm still fairly exhausted!

We went to science world.

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We ate sushi on a beach on a sunset.

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We went to a burlesque show. (Sorry, no naked ladies for you!)

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We had lunch at Stanley Park - in a car.

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We walked through Stanley Park - in the rain.

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We went swimming in the Pacific Ocean, which included a small project on behalf of my tattoo.

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And some different kinds of wonderful things!

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I don't fancy telling all the things because in the end it's rather boring to hear (at least in my opinion), so let's just sum it up with this.

Socially awkward tips for surviving in life:

1. When you meet a stranger, DON'T ask them would they eat human meat, even if the topic gives this opportunity. Talking about eating kangaroo and dogs with comments like "well, you always have to try everything!" with the waitress is small talk. Cannibalism is not.

2. Apparently you should tip your tattoo artist. Almost fainting is not excuse enough to bail of this action, especially when they are super concerned of your well being. This also means I'm definitely not going back to the place I got mine.

And as that list ended up being so sad, I'll include this other one.

All the merits of life added to my awesome list in these couple weeks:

1. Get a tattoo

2. Go wall climbing

3. See live Drag show

4. See live Burlesque show

5. Swim in the Pacific Ocean

6. Throw up in the washroom of a small, sweet local museum

Right now I'm in the middle of last midterms and I believe for the first time in the current school time I have earned my first fails. And I believe I don't actually care as much as I should.

Next stop, weekend on a cabin with hot tub, alcohol and friends. I'll relax the crap out of me!

Until the next time!

Oh wait, did I forgot something? Ah yes, here's the tattoo.

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P.S. Just now my mom found out. I'll see you all in next life. WHO TOLD HER? She has some magic powers I believe..

P.P.S. I actually failed to post this earlier and the mentioned cabin trip is already held. Oh well.

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Million ways not to ask someone out

Wednesday 2/13/13 - Ellie Von Bun

Prologue

I solemny swear I've been good and busy (ha!) this time I've been away with no words. I have slowly pushed my way out of "No."s and starting to feel alive again. Unfortunately, I'm in the middle of midterms so I'm stressed out and really need to do studying.

Not to worry, I decided to reward all of you with this piece I wrote ages ago, only with no pictures. I may later if I have time and energy fix this with nicely photoshopped monsters.

But not today, I have to run to read some history instead of making it myself! Sigh.

 

The Story

I've had my share of weird guys wanting to get on with this piece of meat. It's world mocking me for being stalkerish myself. You get what you serve!

Not that there has been too many, but there's a few interesting cases that had made me wonder, do some people really think that is a way to impress someone? If the situation is a bit different, if the other one seems also interested, then that kind of behaviour might be okay and you may not come off as a crazy stalker.

When I was a young awkward teenager I met this boy through my friends. Now if you think I have relationship problems today, oh boy I was a mess back then, even in the scale of being awfully young. 17 years old (might also be 16 but I can't remember too well anymore)! It's too young for a relationship for me! In one way I was on a prey for wanting to experience the world, so I did gave this boy a chance to impress me.

At first he seemed fairly normal. When he decided to try to impress me, it went from bad to worse.

He started pulling his sleeves way up and making sure that I was able to see his arms. Why? Of course, he was a cutter and wanted me to see how life was hard on him.

Well, good for him, didn't really earn him any cool-guy-points although I did feel a bit sad for him. Still, the fact that you're pushing your scars on my face makes you kinda pathetic.

Later when the evening went on, he wanted me to accompany him while he smoked. And to tell me stories. Stories about his first love. While crying.

Telling me that you're still not over your ex doesn't make me think that you have a lot of feelings to share and make me jump into your bed, it only makes me want to run away from a mess.

Right after this he gave me his black book. No, not a book that has girls phone numbers, a black book of touchy-feely poems. And song lyrics.

Good for you if you write, it's fine and cool. Don't make me read them in front of you on the first day we meet. And force me to comment on them. There's so much I can nod and smile with the "Mmmm!" -noise.

You'd think at this point he would have dug his grave for deep enough and I'd have my share of that mess.

Sadly, no. I was young and I gave him more and more chances while trying to think did I have anything for him (oh the curse of being naive).

We had awkward parties (or a party, can't remember) where he wanted to talk to me but I ran away most of the night. Because, you know, I LOVE when someone carries (literally) me away from my friends to a room just to talk feelings with a guy I'm not sure if I like. Well, no, I just fought my way free and left.

And after this the worst happened. He left his girlfriend for me.

There's not much I can say about this.

Right now, this memory makes me speechless.

Soon after that I made him clear that I wasn't interested.

Should have done that way sooner, cheez.

I do have a lonely memory when he tried to explain that she wasn't his girlfriend as much as a girl he just hanged with? I don't know. Sounded like a relationship enough for me.

Another cool guy was a bit earlier, maybe a year or two. I saw him once. Literally, once. And I didn't talk to him. He was a friend of a friend and really didn't thought about him much, other than remembering he making out with a friend of mine some time ago.

And that was enough for him to start sending countless of text-messages through at least a year.

Sometimes I'm too nice for my own good. He tried to ask me out many times and I respectfully declined. First I was super nice about it. Then not so nice. Then completely rude. And he just kept going and going.

And I just had to answer.

Finally I couldn't take it and I just snapped at him that I'm not interested and to leave me alone. He's response? Go Shakespare about it. He acted like I would have actually broken his heart or something.

After that I just didn't answer anymore. He still sent me a lot of "I'm sorry, let's start from the start" -messages which I ignored. Really, why? What's wrong with you guys?

Finally he ran into a beautiful friend of mine and started to harass her. I was thrilled and finally free!

This story has it's final peak years after this on a New Year's eve. I was leaving a party early and called a friend to pick me up. I knew he was driving because earlier he said that he had promised to be a designated driver to a friend of his.

And oh boy I couldn't stop laughing when I realized that this friend was the awkward text message -guy. We made some awkward small talk in the car while I was laughing my ass off and my friend dropped me off. And I'm not that awful, I didn't laugh at him, I laughed to the situation.

Later my friend told me that the guy had told him that years back I had slept with him. And then my friend couldn't stop laughing. At him.

Unlucky for the awkward guy that he didn't realize that me and my friend are really good friends and he knows almost everything about me so there wasn't really anything backing up his story.

What a douche.

 

Epilogue

And there you have it. I actually am having an exciting week (if we don't count the midterms) that I'm calling Fear Week. I'm not spoiling the contents of it right now, but tell you about it later WITH PICTURES. Yeah!

Next week is also Reading Week, in other words VACATION or Vancouver Week!

Aww yeah!

Too bad I also have to study there.

And now when I proofread my story I have this tingling feeling that I'm a bad person. Somebody, tell me I'm awesome and it was the guys who were the awkward ones, not me! :]

Bah, whatever, let's throw this here.

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And suddenly I'm awesome again.

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Hungry hungry food restrained elephant

Thursday 1/31/13 - Ellie Von Bun

Just for starters, I noticed something odd about my last post. You might have noticed it too. I really don't know what happened, but hell, I just had to add my face multiple times like a 13-year-old girl who adds some lame filter to her upward taken photo and if she's feeling super deep, add some meaningful lyrics to it.

But just to make things right, I'll just leave this here.

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I have a bone to pick with Canada.

One of my top reasons why I choose to go to Canada was the language barrier. I didn't want any. Because I have celiacs, I need to check every freaking product for traces of gluten. Which sucks altogether but think about me checking some Korean product for it's ingrediments. Yeah, good luck with that, I'm so good in Korean you know.

So English speaking country it is! I was confident and merry about my choice and arrived ready and feeling normal about my diet to be.

It's been three weeks and oh boy I want to eat.

No, let me refrase that, I want to eat food happily without the dark cloud on top if me that reminds me of not knowing if the food has gluten or not.

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Guess what? Canada has the same feeling towards deep fried stuff and unhealthy white, doughy products as US.

They even deep fry some of their sushi. What the fuck is up with that? Who in their right minds wants to deep fry sushi?

And even if it's not deep fried, it has wheat protein or some else little fuckers that makes me think that they are doing it just of spite.

I believe every freaking place have their very own flourshaker. They make the food normally, realize it actually is gluten-free, so they add a hint of that beautiful snowywhite ingrediment of their cute little shakers.

Right now, my poor stomach is saying "HAHA, No.", I feel stuffed and huge and ill and I just want to sleep and cradle my food baby. And maybe throw up once in a while. Morning sickness is normal even with a food baby.

And I am sure I am eating gluten so often that all other side effects are showing their ugly heads.

I'm just so tired, sleepy and exhausted (different things!) that I'm not up for anything. I remind me of my old superhero alter ego Cocoon-girl. My super power is being able to create a cocoon out of anything, everywhere and disappearing in the darkest corner making horrible sound effects ("I'm so broken, squeeee!").

And also, I'm so god damn hungry.

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There are still few nice things in the food area.

It's easy to pick up a fresh fruit platter from a near store, and there are few pizza and pasta places that have gluten-free stuff. McDonalds can go to hell here as I haven't yet found a place that had the gluten-free buns they have in Finland.

I think I need a bit more time and go to the right stores.

Finland, you beautiful old bastard, you know your gluten-free stuffs. I'm sorry for ever doubting you.

I'll end this with a picture that I dedicate to my sister. Shh, it's okay, you can be jealous.

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Okay, now that 3 weeks has past of my last post I have to say few things other than whining about food.

I've been extremely lazy and gone to very close my "No." phase which is bad. Then when I almost got out of it I got sick instead and have been avoiding world some time. I need my time goddamit!

Weird thing about local medicine. I've been living few days with cough syrup as my throat has never been this sore in my entire life. The medicine is a tad stronger than back home so I've been kinda out of this world. Medicine, sleep, Harry Potter, sleep, medicine and so on.

I'm in The Order of Phoenix by the way.

It's so freakishly cold I already got a frostbite on my nose but didn't take a picture of it because I was in pain.

Did I already mention I'm out of this world?

Tomorrow I'll be back in school and I'll be damned if I keep leaving my camera behind anywhere I go. Sigh.

Just. I just. I'm wordless. I'll be back when I'm healthy and have found my reason to come out of "No."s. Cheers!

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I'm pretty sure I'm going to die this semester

Friday 1/11/13 - Ellie Von Bun

I have to shamefully admit that I have a quality that causes problems in my character and mental health. This despicable feature is, naturally, considering myself smarter than most of the people.

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Nobody likes the assholes who thinks too much of themselves. So that is one reason for hiding that thought.

Nothing brings you down more than succeeding worse than you were expecting of yourself. Also when you realize how badly you are thinking of everyone else, you start to comprehend your own stupidness and oh the shame.

Again I'm having my famous empiric experiences about my smartness. As I've started a fresh start in a school with interesting classes, I automatically am checking how I'm doing with minimal effort and how others are failing around me.

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And of course, soon I'll be late with assignments and when the finals edge near I will freak out.

The classes in Canada are quite different from what I'm used to back in Finland in my horrible school. Of course, I have different subjects and here it is much more University-like with lectures where you (oh my gosh) don't interact with the teacher.

At least the teachers seem really, really good. All of them are psyched about their subjects. You can see the autistic glee in their eyes when they are explaining the depths of what they know while trying to control their saliva from sliding off their mouths.

And this is what I absolutely love about teachers.

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I did already consider dropping a class. And why would I give up so quickly?

The course I'm talking about is almost like Programming II back home called Intermediate Data Structure and Algorithms, so that's not that bad, right?

Wrong.

The set-up is annoyingly different from the programming I'm used to. Yeah, they use Java and Eclipse and all that shit I'm familiar with, but what the hell!

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This shit doesn't say anything to me.

Do I really need to analyze and make calculations of how many statements my piece of code does? Yeah, it is important to make efficient and fast programs but honestly, this is not the way to go. Really.

Because everyone else has learned these analysing types in earlier classes, I'm a bit screwed. Luckily there is Tutorial classes that helps noobs like me to catch up. Unlucky for me, last time I had troubles focusing to the teaching.

If I looked at the board my eyes started to droop.

If I looked at the teacher I started to drool and think of unspeakable things.

If I looked at the table I had this growing desire to crawl on top of it and fall asleep.

So what to do?

My three other courses seems more easier, at least in the sense of staying awake. I have to make my own app for mobile platform and I don't know yet what to do. Maybe I just copy the idea of my t-shirt and call the app The Legend of Linkstache. There would be Link and you can insert different types of 'staches on his face. That would be cool.

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If all else fails, I just drop that course or let it fail. I'm okay with this.

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Jet laggy monster wants to sleep

Monday 1/7/13 - Ellie Von Bun

It's been five days since I arrived to Canada and it's also time to tell what's been up!

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I actually lied before, I never went through Toronto. I totally forgot about that! So I had the longest flight of my life from London to Calgary. But free drinks and food while watching movies is a good way to spend time.

Red Dragon was very good and Jumanji is even better movie with fairly original idea. I also drank wine watching it so it got nice twist to it! Love Actually sucked monkey balls and I fell asleep between. Sleepy Hollow was, well, good enough. Wished I would have watched Babe instead.

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So yesterday I was at my first party and do forgive me for being tired and a bit hangovery. It's also great time to blog because now I finally have enough time to do so.

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The 22-hour trip was quite harsh and the jet lag after that quite tiresome. I arrived rather late and took a cab to hotel and slept like a baby. In the morning I decided to walk to the university with my luggage and all.

I actually had my first class the very first day, so I got my student card and paid rent and waited before going to Psychology 121, even before seeing my home to be.

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I really like the classes I have had so far. And if they seem too much for me, I can always drop one. Two of them are Computer Science, one is Psychology and one is Classical, Medieval and Renaissance Study or something like that. There is still one CMPT course I've not been yet, but the other one seems nice and very close to my courses back home. So I'm happy about my choices!

One thing that bothers me is how expensive the textbooks are. $100 a piece is a lot. And what the seven hells, why I need three books for one course? Get your heads out of your asses.

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My first days have run from orientation to shopping and trying to remember all the people and their names. Actually one Fin is most likely related to me, how freaky is that?

I really like my apartment and the school. I'm even more psyched about the new people I've met. So everything is really peachy!

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I already had my authentic Canadian experience as I went to watch local hockey game. These people take hockey seriously. Just saying. Also, we won.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to continue my important job of hanging and making a mess. I'll continue later.

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Oh Caanadaa..

Sunday 12/30/12 - Ellie Von Bun

In these times I tend to find myself wrapped in a blanket with my teddy bear, Mellon, saying "No.".

I'm leaving in a few days to Canada for 4 months. And I'm supposed to pack and clean. You'd say that is a reason enough for not blogging and doing another important stuff, but No.

It's Christmas sales on Steam and GOG and I just have to try these new (and old) games I've got.

And now I spent my time playing Theme Hospital of all of the games.

But it's okay, I still have three whole days to arrange and stress. One day goes to New Years Eve party so that's a relief.

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Ever since I was little I've dreamed about the day when I'm old and wise and ready to go as an exchange student. Well, now that I came to that old and wise age and go to a proper school, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go after all.

It's one of those moments that you wait and when the time is ripe, you chicken out. And right after the time is past you regret it horribly. For me, these moments happens all the time. Almost daily.

I pushed the decision making to the limit that I realized it was the last chance to go. And then I decided not to go.

It was Thursday evening and me and my friend were at the school after lecture hours doing homework and I mentioned that the applications for the Exchange program was due the next morning at 9 a.m. And in about couple minutes I decided that fuck it, there's no reason for me not to go so I really, really should try.

In 7 hours I created the worst CV and application combo I've ever made for anything with passport pictures and minimum qualifications for it to roll and deposit the thing 8 a.m.

And I got in. I prefer going on with a lot of luck. Makes life easier, don't you think?

I decided not to stress it and have been doing horrible job arranging things. But hey, with my luck, everything have been going smooth enough with no big mistakes. Small mistakes for sure, but who's counting.

Now I may have courses waiting for me in the University of Saskatchewan, city of Saskatoon. And a room in the College residence. Whoo!

I'm scared right now, but that's okay. I've made more rash decisions in the past that have turned out better than okay. It is those decisions that have turned out bad that push me down and I've never been the most confident person in the world.

Anyway, I've been busy and I will be busy for a while (have to finish that Theme Hospital!) and I know you'll miss me, but try to keep it together. I'll be back in no time with Canadian news to tell. And maybe I even have time to write posts beforehand in the 20 hour trip with 4 flights and 6809.56 km (4231.26 miles) to go.

Sometimes I'm a bit scared to fly so wish me luck!

Cheerio!

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