It’s a marshmallow world in the winter, when the snow comes to cover the ground.

Except when it isn’t.

I’ve been on vaycay for two weeks and it feels like years.  I suppose it is essentially years in BCIT time.

HEY I SURVIVED A SEMESTER OF FANCY BUSINESS SCHOOL.  Heck yes, go me.  BCIT time also applies to how much you learn in a semester.  One semester in BCIT is basically like a year of regular business school.  I wish I was joking but I’m not.

A few days after I finished my exams I donated blood for the first time.  Turns out that’s probably the worst time for you to donate blood.  There I was, thinking it was no big deal whatsoever to drain a pint of my lifesblood, while the nurses fretted and asked me several times if I was okay.  I figured they were just fussing because I was a first time donor and they wanted me to feel safe and comfortable, which I appreciated.  Sitting in a room full of people with blood casually pumping out of their arms is a pretty strange thing to experience for the first time.  I was exhausted and dehydrated from weeks of spending twelve hours a day studying, and so they had to give me many warm things to hold to promote blood leaving my unwilling veins.  In retrospect I probably should have done internet research instead of just asking my dad what his experience donating blood was like.

Anyways, afterwards I got some free mango juice (YESSSS) and then ran a few errands for my mom downtown.  This entire time I was growing increasingly more light-headed and sweaty and I felt kind of drunk.  I figured the errands could wait and as I was getting on the train to come home some old woman shoves past me and takes the last remaining seat.  By the time I got to my stop I nearly vomited on every available person and nearly toppled down several flights of stairs in a dramatic swoon.  I’m going to attribute my safe arrival home to the sheer chaotic nature of the universe.  I proceeded to convalesce on the couch for two days afterwards and cry about nothing and/or everything.

No matter!  I’m feeling much better now.  Tip top shape, you might say.  Actually, don’t.  I’m most absolutely not in tip top shape because holidays BUT with the Love Your Body series starting on the first I am getting seriously prepared to air punch, plié squat and donkey kick my way to victory in 6 weeks time.  I went out and bought my mason jars of the meal preparatory variety and I’m eagerly perusing my Love Your Body edition of the Tone it Up nutrition plan thinking about all the kinds of yummery I will make when I get back into school.

My school schedule seems manageable so far, but I’m going to have to get my workouts in in the morning in order to stay motivated, because I just know that after accounting and statistics labs I’m not going to want to come home and work out (OR AM I?) It’s hard to say at this point.  I’m going to have to take it day by day, I think.

On Boxing Day my entire family save for my thirteen year old sister was cripplingly hungover so we all played free-for-all death matches on Call of Duty: Black Ops and it was the best boxing day anyone could have ever hoped for.  Many snacks were consumed.

I’ve got some resolutions for 2015, but they mostly revolve around the usual things like:

  • drinking more water
  • learning how to play Assassin’s Creed
  • making time on Sundays to prepare my meals for the week and grocery shop for them
  • becoming the Pokémon champion of all Hoenn of all the whole world
  • schooling school and also life but also getting more involved with extra-curriculars so that I might make a name for myself by the time I get out of Fancy Business School – or more specifically, know some other people’s names.

Okay, that’s enough out of me.  Hey, happy almost 2015, world.  Every day post the pseudo-apocalypse of 2012 is a gift, a GIFT I SAY! Celebrate yo’selves! Have a spontaneous dance party in your kitchen!  Drink and eat many things while society says you still can!

Studying for final exams when you’re a notorious procrastinator

This is what Saturday before my week of final exams looks like:

  • Wake up, drink coffee and plan for the Most Productive Day Ever
  • Drink more coffee, watch Yanis Marshall choreography on YouTube and try to copy it until you realize people in the alley outside your apartment are watching
  • Half-heartedly continue ploughing through chapters of Organizational Behaviour
  • Embark on an almond milk quest in order to make protein pancakes because health
  • Drink tea, eat pancakes while watching an episode of Mad Men because marketing
  • Consume 900 calories worth of snack food

I finally started studying around 4:30 this afternoon but damn, I’m awful on the weekends.  My focus is just shot to hell on Saturdays and I really should have been less lenient on myself today because I’ve got five final exams in four days.  This is after I’ve already had two during the last week of classes.  BCIT doesn’t mess around.

Seriously though.

I just keep telling myself it’s going to be okay, Future!Alex knows what she’s doing.  Present!Alex can keep doing what she’s doing and Future!Alex might resent Past!Alex for always leaving dependable Future!Alex in charge of getting shit done.

Sometimes I wonder if there’s some larger issue at hand with me treating my past, present, and future selves as different people entirely.

NO MATTER! Guys, I’ve been reading Dune during my commute to and from school and I gotta say, it’s QUITE the literary adventure.  I think I’mma post a book review in here when I’m done.

It sounds as though my neighbours upstairs are having a fête.  I am one of those weird people who genuinely enjoy hearing their upstairs neighbours go about their business because I spend so much time alone in this apartment and knowing other people exist is kind of nice.  It’s almost like we’re one big family living in a weirdly segregated house.  Perhaps they wouldn’t feel the same way, though.  Hahahaha.

WELL.  This entry is the product of mixing two glasses of red wine with muscle relaxants because my back is apparently intensely rejecting student life.  Also I suppose I’m no spring chicken anymore.

This is going to be me on Thursday, walking out of my last exam:


Reflections on the first month of school after being a leisurely vagrant for two years.

I realized after my entire math class assuredly bombed the test we wrote today that I should probably re-evaluate my approach to effective studying.  I’ve always been a bit of an over-achiever, and the thought that I most likely failed a test for the first time in my life is a difficult thing to try to process.  However! It was only worth 10% of my grade, and I know that I was not alone in finding the test to be comparatively complex and lengthy in relation to the 50 minutes we had to write it in.  I found myself not taking time to read the questions because I didn’t think I had enough of it to unpack it, and every single question incorporated several theories we discussed in lectures.


Oh well, there’s no time to dwell on it because there are at least seven other looming due dates coming up in the next two weeks.  Welcome to BCIT.

So. What’s my plan?

I’m going to start writing my lecture notes on looseleaf paper in my clipboard, and then copy them into a notebook of polished material that amalgamates the lecture slides posted on the internet with the notes I would take in lectures.

For labs where I have group assignments and problems to work on either before or in labs, I’m going to bring a separate duotang with problem sets and other work.  When I read assigned chapters for my classes I’m going to make flash cards as I go and write notes based on the learning objectives outlined in the chapters.

This is my new plan, and on top of that I need to start making more time for exercise, meal planning, and sleeping.  I’m trying not to be too hard on myself, I mean, it’s only been a month.  There are still plenty of months left in between now and June of 2016 for me to figure out how to balance a schedule this crazy.  I’m also trying to unlearn some of the study habits I developed when I was in university, had no labs, and only had four courses.

Today I’m feeling down and defeated, but I have a plan in mind and I’m going to start executing it today.

In other, overwhelmingly positive news: I moved! I moved to my new apartment in the city and it’s small but it’s perfect for man-friend and I.  We bought a mattress on Saturday and come this weekend we’ll be sleeping in a cozy pillow of angel clouds instead of a piece of foam.  Joy! Rapture!

I think tonight after I finish some homework my primary focus should be taking half an hour to just do some yoga and step away from all of my screens and my stress.  Love to everybody out there who is also experiencing academic-related stress.

Apparently I have midterms already and next week I move into a cozy shoebox.

I feel like a common trend for me over the next two years will be this constant feeling like there just aren’t enough hours in the day, and that I’m constantly behind in my homework.  Even if I spend an entire weekend reading and making flashcards on 130 pages from my Marketing textbook, I still feel like there are so many other things I need to accomplish before I can feel satisfied.  Today I’m realizing that I need to change my perception of what it means to be on top of my homework.  With seven courses a term, there is absolutely no way I can do every subject every day and still feel prepared for the two midterms that I have coming up on Thursday.  I can’t say no to exercise just because it means precious minutes out of my homework time, and I need to realize that it’s okay if I want to take a break every now and then.

My commute is still a huge issue for me, but fortunately after this week it will change.  I will say that the thought of moving in the middle of a week where I have two huge tests is kind of stressful and daunting to me, but I’m combatting moving stress with making a Pinterest board on small space organization.  It’s making me really excited to become as space-efficient as I can once I move into my new apartment.  I think after this week I’ll be settled into more of a rhythm and I can devote one day of the week to each of my courses and spend weekend afternoons at the Central branch of the VPL and drink coffee all day and most importantly not spend 3 hours on a bus every weekday.  I don’t think I’ve felt like an actual human being in weeks.

Yesterday I decided that after three hours of reading my textbook I badly needed to get outside. I went into the Urban Forest behind my parents’ house and I just ran and ran because the longer I ran the longer I could avoid returning to my homework, and I ended up running 8km. I think I’ve only ever run 8km one other time in my life, and it was sunny and easy and I made some excellent progress in my favourite running app and it was lovely.  It makes me think that I could easily run a 10km sometime in the near future. I’m going to have to find some inspiring running routes once I’m in the city.

Tonight I’m taking my sister to see the Maze Runner because we both loved the book and it’s another way for me to just chill for a hot minute on the homework. Until then, MATH!

“You will find solace in a sea of trees.”

This title has basically nothing to do with what I’m writing about tonight other than the fact that Keanu Reeves just said it in the movie I’m watching.  I didn’t even know he was still acting, what a pleasant surprise!

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve updated, but I figured “it’s a Friday night, I’m drinking beer alone and watching 47 Ronin, what better time than to write in my blog!”  I really want to make more of a solid effort to keep posting in here and slowly gravitate away from my Livejournal. I know, I know, Livejournal is so 2004, but I’ve had it since then and I think it’s kind of neat to have maintained a blog for almost eleven years now.  However, maybe it’s time for me to end that nostalgia trip and move on to more grown up endeavours.

So! I’m fully a Marketing student now. That’s a thing that happened. I feel like I don’t remember what my life was like before I started at BCIT.  I also have a fancy new MacBook Pro, but I don’t forget what my life was like before I had Alcibiades (the name I’ve bestowed upon it.)  I still don’t fully believe that it’s my computer yet.  It will probably take a few months before it truly sets in, or at least until I move into the new apartment Mike and I have on Commercial (we move in a week!)  Life is full of fast-paced changes right now.

I’ve been at BCIT for about a month now and I am almost certain that it will be the most intense thing I ever do with my life.  I’ve been academically idle for two years now and this term alone I’m taking: Microeconomics, Business Math, Business Communication, Business Law, Business Information Systems, Organizational Behaviour, and Marketing Essentials.  I have never taken seven courses before, life is hectic.

It’s especially hectic right now because I’m commuting for around 3-3.5 hours every day which sucks about  15 hours out of my week that could otherwise be spent packing lunches or running or sleeping or doing homework or SLEEPING.  My new commute from Commercial is 34 minutes long according to Translink’s website and I could cry with how happy I am at the amount of time I’ll be saving.  One more week.

In the meantime, I feel like I’ve finally somewhat adjusted to what being at BCIT is like and I’ve made more friends in a month there than I did at UVIC in four years.  I think it has something to do with the whole Being Crammed Into Teams thing. It’s also so fascinating to be put into these group situations with so many people who come from so many different backgrounds.  Everybody has something unique to contribute to a team dynamic.  I’m looking forward to constantly push the boundaries of my comfort zone and tackle my usual adversity to conflict.  This program might be the best thing I ever do for myself. I’m feeling incredibly inspired and lucky to be able to go back to school.

That’s all for today, I think.  I’mma start posting more things in here more often.

In Which our Heroine Makes a Fancy Life Decision and Says Goodbye to a Beloved Companion

Well, I think it’s safe to say it’s officially summer.  I am currently sweltering to death in a children’s toy store taking advantage of the fancy work computer that is provided to me while I sit behind the counter, keeping my jellybean vigil.  If I lose focus for even a second, the children who frequent this toy store will be on me, like zombies who subsist on jellybeans instead of brains.

If you haven’t already guessed, I’m sitting in front of a giant Jelly Belly display for several hours a day.  It is seriously so hot in here how am I even alive right now.

Anyways, I made some grown-up life plans!  After trying and failing for months to find full time work that is stimulating and challenging in my hometown, I applied to BCIT on somewhat of a whim thinking that I probably wouldn’t get in, but lo! I just received word that I’ve been accepted to their Marketing Management program starting THIS September.  What a whirlwind change of events this is becoming for me.  I’m actually following through with that whimsical goal I made after I graduated university when I said that I would give myself two years to figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.  Two years later, I’ve been accepted to Fancy Business School.  I feel vastly underprepared; I don’t know a thing about business or what it’s like to be a Fancy Marketing Student.  Maybe I should buy a satchel.

So, I officially have two months to be as laissez-faire as possible before delving back into the cutthroat world of competitive academia.  This means I’m going to spend as much time out of doors as possible. This is a great thing for me, especially because I just bought some barefoot trail runners that are seriously life-changing for me in my approach to running.  Why, yes, I did just finish reading Born to Run, I am surprised you were able to see through my epiphany so clearly!  (Seriously though, read that book.)  I’ve also found a beautiful little internet home in the realm of Tone it Up.  It’s helping me to completely re-approach my relationship with meal planning (which I have never done,) and exercise, and basically just having a community of like-minded women all working towards common goals.  I’ve done a lot of at-home fitness regimes before like P90X and a number of Jillian Michaels programs, but this one feels more personal because you’re more connected to your trainers, Karena & Katrina, and you’re constantly supported by everyone else in the community.  I bought their Nutrition Plan and I am feeling more optimistic and happy about my body image than I have since last summer when I constantly had shirtless men appearing on my doorstep (that’s a story for another day.)  I’m sure I’ll be mentioning this community again and again.

Unfortunately, I have to end this post on a melancholy note.  My Holland Lop (see also: Bunners,) has been suffering from glaucoma since the winter.  I have had him on a number of eye drop medications since then and have frequently taken him to get the pressures behind his eyes checked, and everything seemed okay until the past few weeks.  I notice his entire eye is clouded over and blue, and I can’t see through to the pupil the way I used to be able to.  He’s lost some of his zest for life and spends a lot of time laying on his belly in a corner.  Sometimes I hear him crunching his teeth loudly like he’s in pain.  It’s breaking my heart, really.  I know that the only option to keep him alive right now is to get his eye surgically removed, but I don’t have the monetary or veterinary resources to go down that path.  I’ve also read that the trauma of having an eye taken out might be too much for him, and there doesn’t seem to be any guarantee that it would make his situation any better.  On top of it all, I’d have to move him very soon after the surgery and, anyways, I’m going to have to put him down.  It feels really messed up to be able to make that kind of decision, but I want to do right by my Bunners and I know that I would rather do it now while he’s still eating and acting somewhat normally and not wait until it’s too late and his last days are full of pain and discomfort.  I have one more week with my little guy and I’m planning on making it amazing for him.  I’ve never gone through the process of losing a pet before, I’m going to miss him so much.

Recent exploits.

I am now a badass new god re: snowboarding. Yesterday I conquered all of my childhood demons associated with double black diamond runs from when I was growing up here and went down the ones that scared me the most. And I OWNED it. I was even taking jumps (and subsequently falling spectacularly, giving myself a touch of the whiplash BUT IT WAS ALL WORTHH IT.) I regret nothing. I had the best time yesterday and I am excited that we are finally getting fresh, regular dumps of snow to keep the hill getting better and better and helping me to feel like a HERO.

My health seems to either be deteriorating very slowly or I am just now existing in a state of being constantly just a little bit out of it. I don’t know what to attribute this to. I know my skin is super dry and I’m finding it difficult to stay hydrated. I think perhaps I am a little bit iron deficient? It’s the only thing I can think of. I am going to try to find an iron supplement to experiment.  Either that or my body is just adapting poorly to being in a dry climate again.

My obsession with Beyoncé continues with no end in sight.

I found a new game on my 3DS that I think I might like even more than Pokemon (stress on the might.) FIRE EMBLEM: AWAKENING. MERLIN’S BEARD, you guys. You can have your characters FALL IN LOVE and get MARRIED and have BABIES and then you can use those babies to help you save the WORLD. The plot has already had me crying in several places.  I’m about halfway through and I am obsessed with leveling up all of my babies and honing their skillsets and wowowow, I need to take a break from it probably.

My progress with learning that requires a computer to do it is going at a snail’s pace right now, mostly because the sound of my ageing computer fan is driving me bananas.  I even went so far as to order a new one from the good people at eBay, but when it arrived in the mail and I had disassembled my entire MacBook and managed to remove the fan without severing any wires, I tried placing the new one in and realized it was slightly too big.  ALAS FOR ME.  So I am now in the process of hunting another one down, but my computer was created in the bizarre void between the late 2006 models and the 2008 models, so mine falls under the category of ‘mid-2007’ instead of ‘late 2006/2007’ and it is all very complicated.

Today is a day that I begin my fitness journey ANEW.  I have acquired P90X 3 and I am going to attack the Lean schedule on it, because I don’t yet have resistance bands as they are traveling to me in the post and I shall probably be getting them just in time for week seven when I actually need them.  I don’t care what anybody says, I love Tony Horton. Maybe I’m genetically predisposed to because my dad shares this love, and sometimes we just text back and forth for periods of time discussing his many merits and quoting the hilarious things he says during the videos.  It’s the reason why I don’t do any other at-home fitness regimes. None of the other trainers are Tony.  Also I am far more likely to commit to a 3 month shindig if it’s only for half an hour a day.  I know I can commit to it because I did a month of P90x (which was all I wanted to do at the time,) and then the 30 Day Shred with my girl Jillian a few years later, so it’s time to just step up and do 3 months.  I am going to be the most agile ninja cat of life.  That is my goal for my fitness: Agile ninja cat.

I have this pen and notebook sitting beside me right now because I just have this unshakeable urge to take notes on something.  It’s the one thing that hasn’t left me since I graduated. I love note-taking.  I wish my computer didn’t sound like an angry lawnmower so that I could just watch a lecture about SOMETHING, ANYTHING, just so I could take notes.

Maybe I will go and do some computer fan research now so that I can help that particular goal along.