Edna Finally makes a reappearance!

Sorry it has taken about a billion years for me to post! It isn't that I forgot about our wonderful blog...how could I?...I have just been so busy that I haven't had a chance!
University is wonderful, but it is a lot of work.
Hmm. So what should I write about? There is so much! I finished reading Plato's Republic today...Good Lord that was a dense book, but very interesting. Wish we had gone deeper into discussing it tho- I feel very unsatisfied about it and have about a hundred thousand or so questions I would love to ask somebody, but maybe by the end of this year (or maybe my life) I will be so philisophical and wise that I can answer them for myself! Never have I been so bombarded with philosophy, and it is wonderful. My eyes kinda hurt tho...I am perpetually behind on reading, yet I spend about 4 hours a day glued to one ancient text to another.
Whoa a fire truck just went by so furiously! It had on all its lights, its siren, AND was leaning on the horn! Holy Shiza! I almost want to go check out the fire that provoked that!
Hmm right so probably I should say something of substance eventually...
I went camping this weekend! My friend and I...well ok so we were kind of more than friends but not really if you get my drift...were being the operative word here as, like all my encounters with people on this earth this turned out to be very weird. So anyways, we hitched out to this place called uhm....Cape Spliff? Meh I dunno...about an hour and a half from Halifax anyways. The hike was supposed to be about 2 hours out to a spit in the Bay of Fundi, which is awesome. Of course, we took a wrong turn literally 5 minutes in and had to bushwack 4 miles before getting back on the trail. At first that was kinda fun, but after 4 hours we were pretty fricken frustrated.
Right so we literally were walking thru blackberry bushes etc. and both look like we have been attacked. Eventually, tho, we did get there.
And it was really beautiful and very windy, and the cliffs were awesome and it was truly great, that I will say.
And I will wrap this up pretty quick but want to hear the wierdest part of this experience? He was being quite standoffish etc and then in the morning when we were packing up and getting ready to leave, he was just like "With my friendships, after a few weeks, they usually just...fade out. And this is done. There is no next time." And I was like ok. Haha, I didn't even really care in a way because I could tell he wasn't excactly interested in being my friend anymore...even tho we hung out a lot for the first few weeks here and got along really well and all. Just he is a very strange person in some ways. Actually, we have very similar personalities...very similar. Just aside from this. I don't ANNOUNCE to people that we are no longer friends when we still have to hike back from some godforsaken rock together! Jeez Louise. But I was like yah, I'm cool with that. Whatever, I wasn't gonna fight him about it. I was like, thanks for telling me, anyways. He said that he is very determined and has his goals and life and doesn't do anything he can't justify as taking him towards that goal. Which I guess is fine if that's what he wants to do. Of course, his goal is to change the world to an agricultural society, and has no in between then and now. Actually, our view of the world is, once again, very similar and he talks pretty much the same way I did before I went to India and I was trying to explain to him that the world is much more complicated than he seems to think it is...not that I am an expert by any means, just jeez louise, and I thought I should at least try if he is going to restrict his life so much because of it.
ANYWAYS!
So, then he got like, super chatty the whole way back, which is something he has never been before, and I thought it was because he was like, feeling guilty and I was like, you know you don't have to feel bad, like I don't feel bad, I understand.
Which is true. I find it kind of funny tho, like I'm pretty sure that was the bluntest flat out rejection of my entire life...who does that!? How do I find these people???
So yup, that was my very strange hiking trip...it was still fun tho and I loved it because I got to go out to the Bay of Fundy and be in the forest and all those things I love and got rid of my cabin fever for the time being :D So that is excellent. And since I don't get attatched to people, I have already moved on with my life etc etc. Haha, really tho, I definitely see the humour in this situation. Esp since it is parallel to my roommates huge rejection this weekend...I won't go into it, but it was actually just as harsh! Hahaha,
well anyways I have to go edit a strange play and drink a lot of wine :P It's a girl on our floors birthday today, so should be fun...O Jeez uni is a gongshow :P
Anyways, love you lots! (directed to Robi, and I suppose anyone else who reads this, why not?)
Outdoor Edna

Passion Quest ?

I'm not the kind of person who has a passion in particular. I mean, a passion I always had. Not that I'm not a enthusiastic person, I just tried a lot a of things but none of it stood out from the others, enough to say that I was passionate about it. In passion I mean more like activity, hobbie or something. Because I could say that travels and music are my passions, in a way. So is food. But like sports, I don't have a favorite one. I've tried a lot I can say, but never could say one was the ONE, you know..... Anyways, all this to say that few years ago, I tried african percussions lessons, and follow them for almost a whole year. What brought me to stop was first the summer, where the session stopped, than cegep had started, which brought me to allow more time to school, and work. But I loved it the time I took the lessons. What an interesting music instrument, in it's own way. It is so amazing how people are when they it their drum, we all get in this state of mind where we don't think about anything beside our hands and the leaders. You actually get to travel while playing, with all the legends and stories around each rythms, and the songs we learn. It really is a collective instrument, where differents people plays different beats with different kind of drums and everything mixes and harmonize. During the lesson, we were about 30 in the group and the room was full of this energized and well-being mood, it was great ! From every age, we were all happy to be there and to play together. Enough for me to not want to practise back home, on my own, in my too quiet house :P. For this Christmas, my parents even got me my own drum, and were stoked about me practising with it, but they never got to hear it, since I was too shy to let them hear me, or not into playing on my own, since is a lot less interesting than with my group. So that was 3 years ago, already, and I remember making myself the promess to start the lessons again, while I was in the West. I didn't get to start the lessons until this fall though, since I didn't have the money before, because it might not seems like it, but those lessons, even with all the fun and benefits they bring, they're quite expensive ! But with this super ordinary summer I spent working, I finally got to afford it, and started my first lesson this last week. Well, can't say I didn't loose the touch, but I surely had the same enthusiasm and fun! Though the group was a lot smaller, we were only 7 with the teacher, than 2 other percussionists joined to add to the beat. And surprinsingly, I was the only student of the group, the others all seemed to be in their 40s or more. Which I found really interesting, because you'll never think, if you see them anywhere else, that they actually take drum lessons, and during the course, they all seem so enthusiastic and cool ! Like, I wish I'll be able to let myself go like they do when I'll be the same age they do, they're so fun to watch. It's like they looked for the unusual but most passionating hobbie they could find, instead of the ordinary kinda hobbies other adults their age do. I just find it fascinating. Oh wait, did I just write "passionating" to describe this activity? Maybe I did find one I'll still do throughout the years, like until I reach the age of 40, or even more... who knows?

Hali oh Hali !

It's been now a week that I'm back from Halifax and since I haven't write about it yet, it's about time I do! Well, I'll just sumarize what happen that first night we got there, because that was quite a night, and I made myself the promise to write it down so I'll remember, and never do it EVER again :P. Like mention in my previous post, we arrived late at the airport so we missed the plane we were suppose to take, then once in Halifax, we knew we had nowhere to go because the hostel was full on that day and no one on couchsurfing answered us. So there we were, wandering in the airport, with nowhere to go or anyone to contact. The thing is, I was so tired of my week and so upside down because of the stress before the flight, I didn't manage to panic at any moment in that situation, how weird.... Oh well, I guess I just didn't want to make it look worst, or that it would have been useless anyways :P. So as we were thinking about maybe crashing in the airport for the night, or get to town and find a covered slide to sleep in, we got to the fact that maybe we did want to pay a little extra to at least sleep in a bed. We got to this counter where we can call hotels around the airport and found the cheapest with a free shuttle to get us there and breakfest included, how great! After missing the shuttle once because I misread the sign on it, we got to the hotel and Robi put out the Visa card: 150$ plus tax for this wrong-planned-first-night in holy Hali...!!! I wish I could say it was worth it, because the bed was awesomely confortable and the room as great, but we didn't stay for 12 hours and like I said, it was unplanned. Oh well, at least we made it to Kings in time, clean and rested, kinda.... and dear Edna got to meet her new collegues looking decent :). On my side, I got to walk around the city where I used to go, 3 years ago with other exchange students, oh old memories were brought back there, it got sensitive....not! Well a bit for sure, but I was mostly glad to be back, even though it wasn't the same without them. It still got to send a picture to one of them, so at least she could know I was there at the moment. So there I spent the day walking around, I even went to the place I used to live, but nobody was there, and of course I was too shy to knock or something, so instead I wrote them a quick letter saying I passed by and let my email adress, which I still find surprising, because I wouldn't usually have done it, but dunno, something pushed me doing it.....Anyways, I got tired of wandering and made my way back to Kings, because I didn't have a room at the hostel for that night either, so Edna let me crash there, I will still be thankful for that, since she wasn't allowed to have any visitors over yet, and that it was also her first night there, with new roommate Gwen. Do I need to mention that first year university students are freakin cool and funny? I spent that whole night in Edna's room, reading, relaxing, resting, whatever didn't need that much energy from me, and they kept walking in, loud, excited, funny, and drunk as the night went on....! I really got entertained, without even doing anything, they just needed to ask me those random questions like "to you think this shirt makes me look pregnant?" or random thoughts I can't quote because they were so much (and I obviously don't remember them :P ), it made me laugh a lot! And this went on for hours, hilarious! Anyways, the next day I also got to wander around the city, but went on an other part of the city, where it's quieter, well I thought so. I used to go there with my exchange friends to eat candies by the water and watch sunset, but during the day, alone, it's quite boring. So I decided to rest there a bit, read the brochures and random phamplets I was carrying for any reason in my purse, but all those families kept coming around, walking and talking loudly. They all seemed foreigners too, like Italian or Holland, and they was always one man louder, like a guide or something, walking with them. Weird. Whatever, I left not long after, done with the reading, and made my way to a Sobeys to buy lunch. I'll skip all the unimportant details to bring up the most important, when I went back to the campus to get my stuff and move it the hostel (yep, finally could book a night :P). From the campus, I got to walk with Edna, bored I guess of all the Frosch stuff going on, and was glad we could talk a bit. Even though she seemed really tired and upset, I was glad of that little chat we had on the stairs of that building we sat on. Well, obviously I'm glad of every chat we have. We surely talked a lot too while together, and still, I'm sure we would have had a lot more to talk about. That's probably the main reason of that blog, I guess, talking about whatever we would have tell each other, if we had been together. I sure hope the both of us will keep writing, or else that would mean we don't have anything to say anymore. But I'm not worried for the moment, since Ednas at uni, she surely will have a lot to tell, and I'll be quick to read it and answer it! :D
I still have one more day in Halifax to talk about, but since that day was mostly me walking around to pass the time, then encounter with Edna to walk a bit, saying goodbye, run to the hostel than catch the shuttle to the airport, it's not worth a story, I'll just end it here. How bad is this post ending, I know I could do better but eh, I've been writing this for hours! Gotta life, you know!
Ahhaha, kidding, but yeah, I don't know how to end this, so I'll just say: good nite! :)

I LOVE UNIVERSITY!!!

Yup, that about sums it up.
Kings is the best place ever, I absolutely love it. The people here are marvelous and we learn about the most interesting things and every night is a party and every day is so chill and life is good. There is a lot of reading to be done, but we are all in the same boat and the lectures are so insightful that I want to read everything, just so I can understand it better.
My roommate, Gwen, is awesome. She is absolutely hilarious and the nicest girl and also messy like me and we are always laughing and saying and doing stupid things and then laughing some more...at the same time tho, we also talk about real things and have deep conversations. There is absolutely no one here who I would rather be roommates with. :D
We have already been written up a couple times because our room is a party room and we have done some things such as jumping out the window and burning insense...but nobody minds...the patrol are just other students and are super slack. They encourage us to drink and party and have a good time, just they make sure its inside instead of in the quad, or else the police show up.
So yes, this is a most excellent place. And so inclusive! Like, you can literally just walk up to anybody you want and introduce yourself, and that is more than fine...people love it! I have never met so many amazing people so fast! And everyone...ok well most people anyways...are so intelligent. I swear to God some are certified geniuses. In the afternoons, we all sit under the trees and read our books, then party at night. We know how to live here at Kings.
Then we go to lecture and tutorial and discuss the deepest topics, and its so crazy to hear what all these seeminly regular (ok well all joke that you have to be at least a little bit weird to go to Kings, but still) teenagers have the most insightful things to say. Its very reassuring to know that other people do enjoy discussing these things. All kinds of people too, there isnt any particular type here...altho, there are a LOT of students from private schools. Meh, I guess that means this school is a good one! Its so "prestigious"! Like, to be matriculated into the school, we had a very Harry Potter-esque ceremony where we all wore black robes and went in thru the chapel, where we signed our names in this huge book and then went to drink sherry in the Presidents suite. Like, how cool is that!? It's like living in the Victorian age or something I love it! So yes, this place is absolutely wonderful. Already I feel at home and I love the people and the things we are learning and the location and the fact that we can sit in our window and watch the world go by (and make friends with random strangers hahaha) and yah, I feel like this year is going to be a good one. Anyways, I have to go.
Bye! :)
PS I will answer your email soon. I promise! :D

Updates of that Get Together, according to Rob

So as the week went by, I was feeling that lots of things should have been written on this blog, but since we were too busy to stay in front of a computer, nothing had been written, as "you" see. So first, last friday was quite a day, starting from this horrible 8 hours shift at work after a 4h night of sleep, terrible. I felt so bad about letting dear friend Edna on her own at the bus station because I had to work until couple of hours later. But then she text me that she got a drive to a bus partner's appartment. How relieving! Then I hurried after my shift done in the city to get to this appartment after this quick and confusing conversation on the phone. Oh was I happy to see how great she looked, because I was worried in a way that she might have looked weak after the kind of trip she had, you know. And after a couple of words, I was glad to see that we could still laugh for the same random things. Though I could tell about this afternoon we talk with that bus partner, I'll skip through it and leave it to Edna if she has any desire to write about her first impression of Montreal.. Anyways, even if I had to work for the week-end, we manage to chat quite a lot about anything, or everything! And as a first activity here, we got to, thanks to sister, play mini-POT, what an experience! I did made a fool of myself, but it was worth it. Not that good of an impression though with the pool bar, I guess I just wanted to actually do something, anything, for a sunday night, and that was the only thing I came up with. Then monday, my only full day off, we went kayaking around the Boucherville's Islands, so we could combined sport and nature. Tuesday was great too, we got to walk around the Plateau and the Quartier Latin to shop and wander. Then, as a typical tuesday, we went to the Foufs, so she could enjoy being 18 and legal! I must say my favorite part of that night must be when we got back to the car and she started speaking french, it was hilarious! Not that I'm making fun of her, not at all, but something in this was funny, maybe the alcohol, maybe her accent, who knows.... Then the next day, I showed her our "mountain" quite small I guess for her, it took us 30 minutes maybe to reach the top. Oh well at least she was impressed with the view. Thursday wasn't bad either, we met up again and shop a bit in town, then came back home for my sisters birthday dinner. Maybe I should have warn her more about the chances my family would be too lazy to speak english for her, I just hope she didn't take it personal.... :S. Then friday we got to fly to Halifax, but as we were about to leave for the airport, I checked my emails to see if our reservation at the hostel was confirmed, but instead they answered me to say there was no room available for tonight! What a great way to start a trip....NAWT! But I didn't have time to worry about that on the way, because we actually managed to miss our flight, well the traffic did. How bad didn't they want us to come! Well we still got to fly, but for 85$ more and arrived an hour later.
And here begins the "Halifax" part of the Get Together. And if you don't mind, I prefer to write it an other time, because first I'm still there, and second, I've been on the hostels computer for too long, I get dirty looks because of that. So I'll just write this oh so annoying expression: stay tuned..... :P