I’m famous!

So I was quoted in a story on the Ubyssey today, with a statement taken from my Twitter. I am so excited! I won’t link the post here ’cause I don’t want to have a trackback on the Ubyssey article page, but you can find a link to it on my Twitter.

Firstly, I’m very excited. In the past, the only time I was ever “mentioned” was after Crystal won VP Admin and she gave a short statement and then her and I burst into screams and we hugged and then the next day I was described in the Ubyssey as a “jubilant supporter”. Haha.

The only thing I’m not so sure I like about it is that it’ll probably show up now when my name is Googled. Haha. And since I’m the only person on Google with my name, I take great care nowadays in what shows up there. I spent a week last month going through every entry and trying my best to get my name off. There are some though that are so old and ancient, that it’s hard. For example, my name is on danzen.com which is a website I used when I was about 13 years old. Then there’s my name signed to the petition for Gerard Butler as Jamie Fraser. As a now 22 year old, I would never in a million years put my full/real name on anything like that.

I also am trying desperately to get my name off of classmates.com. It’s not that it’s *bad* per se, for my name to be on there, I just don’t like it. It’s too much information about me personally. Funnily enough though, the #1 result for my name is a post I made on the Radical Beer Tribune back in January, during AMS election. I purposefully put my full name on that one because I wanted people to know who I was. Haha. I figured if I made one comment with my full name, and then just signed the rest Ashley, people would know which Ashley I was.

In any case, I’m still 100% stoked I was quoted. And that it was a coherent and relatively intelligent sounding quote. Go me!

Denied

I got into work this morning, and none of the scancard readers on the doors into the office were working, save for one at the very far end that opens into the opposite side of the office that I need! My boss had to call security this morning when she got in so they could open a door for her. They’re all still not working and the company who takes care of their scan card issues are pretty bad for being slow as all crap , so I’m not holding out much hope. We’ve propped open most doors, but the problem is that when they’re propped open but the electronic card reader is not unlocked, they beep. And it’s a very annoying, high-pitched and aggravating beep. And because I am covering reception today, I get to listen to the beeping. And the best part is this same problem happened on Friday and so I already had to spend a day listening to beeping!

This is not how I preferred to spend my Monday.

I also got only 1.5 hours of sleep last night because I accidentally slept until 4pm yesterday. Remind me not to do that again. I think I may set an alarm on my iPhone for the weekends that goes off at 2pm. I feel like 2pm is the latest I should be allowed to sleep that can be considered reasonable. I mean at 4pm, it was already starting to get dark outside! If I had woken up just 45 minutes later, I probably would have assumed it was early morning. On the plus side, when I did wake up, I actually felt awake. Which was amazing. I haven’t felt not-tired in months and months.

This is a lame useless entry. Ah well.

A little bit later…

The same thing happens to my blogs that happened to all my diaries I had as a child; I write in them furiously for a couple days, weeks, maybe a couple months and then… nothing. I want to stop that! I have like 6 blogs around the internet that I write in on random occasions, but I never keep up with just one. I’m going to try and fix that.

So I’m now officially no longer a UBC student, and am now an alumni, and I can tell you right now that I don’t like it. I’m fighting tooth and nail to keep connected to UBC as much as I can! To the point where I spent my Saturday night on campus at the special extraordinary AMS meeting regarding all this Blake Frederick and Tim Chu hullabaloo.

I recall seeing somewhere once that there were Alumni seats on AMS council or in some committee or something. Is that true or did I make that up? If that’s the case, I want one of those seats. I’m so busy until Christmas, but once the new year comes I think I’ll take January off, and then in February I’ll send an email to the Alumni association and see how I can get further involved. I suppose I could get involved at Kwantlen, but it’s just not the same. As much as people complain about people being uninvolved at UBC, it’s a million times worse at Kwantlen.

UBC truly has been the love of my life, as incredibly nerdy as that sounds, and letting go is so hard. I get so sad most days that I don’t still live on campus. I wish there were more affordable on-campus living options ’cause I’d move there in a heart beat. And I check for new jobs that open up once a week.

I miss you, UBC. Please take me back.

Wanted: One Finance Tutor

So on my lunch break at work today, I was reading an article on the BBC about how your mental powers peak at 22, and start to decline at 27. I’m currently 21 with only 3 months and some change until I turn 22. My plan is now to spend the next 5 years and a bit, reading everything I can read and learning everything I can learn so I am as intelligent as possible when my brain function starts to decline. I need to be really smart if I’m going to get where I want to go in life.

I consider myself to be a pretty smart person already. I know at least a little about a lot of different things, and people tend to confirm my intelligence relatively consistently. But if there’s one thing I know nothing about, it’s finance. My dad’s a stock trader, so you’d think I’d be at least a little savvy when it comes to finances.

Well, I’m not. I’ve asked my Dad questions multiple times, but really, I just don’t get it. I’m starting business classes in May as pre-reqs for my HR Management diploma, and I’m hoping to take a couple extra finance/accounting courses just to sort of firm up my knowledge of the whole dealio.

But basically, even though I know not many people read this right now, if anybody knows of any good books or websites or anything that I can read in order to firm up my knowledge on the subject, it’d be greatly appreciated!

REM Cycles

My dog is sleeping on the couch next to me, having a dream and it’s adorable. His little legs are shaking like he’s chasing something, and he keeps letting out mini barks. It’s so cute. He’s so much cuter when he’s sleeping than when he’s awake. He’s such a brat. At least I only have to deal with his brattiness on weekends, but my parents live with him all the time! Haha. But that might not be good for him. My Dad’s been feeding him grapes, which apparently have been known to cause acute kidney failure in canines. 

Seriously, my parents need to read books more often. They don’t read books. The last book my Dad read, I’m pretty sure, was The Rock’s autobiography. And I haven’t known my Mom to read any real books, and the last one I saw her read was this really awful Robert Ludlum novel I lent her, that I’m pretty sure she didn’t even finish. The fact that my room is overflowing with books is just another testament to my black sheep-ness.

I kind of like that though. Being the weird one. It’s a conversation topic at least. 

We watched this movie in my American Political Thought class called Harold and Maude, and it was ultimately based around concepts of existentialism, and radical individualism. After the movie finished, we had a discussion on what individualism means, and some people argued that Maude was being an individual purposefully to rebel against modern society. However, I disagreed. I thought Maude was just being exactly who she wanted to be, and the fact that it was outside the bounds of what society considered normal was just a sort of coincidence. 

I aspire somewhat to be like Maude. She had a penchant for stealing cars, and that did not sit well with me, but I want to be the kind of person that people admire because they live how they want to live. I mean, I’ll live within the legal boundaries of society, but the social norms? Not so much.

OH MY GOD SHUT UP

So there’s this guy who goes to UBC. He’s a 40-some-odd year old Philosophy PhD student, and the guy NEVER SHUTS UP. He’s really involved in the “activism” on campus, but he really does it for all the wrong reasons. He has no reasoned concepts about anything which he is against. He makes ridiculous accusations against people who disagree with him, he slanders them, and he spews libel at any chance he gets. And I am SO SICK of him. I’ve never met the guy in person, which I am thankful for, but he rears his awful head in a lot of blogs and on the Ubyssey all the time, and I just want to erase him from Earth. Just, I want him to go away. Just be gone. Away. Forever.

Where did the time go?

So this is my last semester at UBC, and I am so upset about it. I almost started crying on the bus, coming back to UBC from Surrey earlier today. 

All my favourite memories in my life are at UBC. I’ve lived, I’ve loved and I’ve lost here. And I have these plans to get a job with UBC HR and coming back to get my MBA and all these things, but I realized today that it won’t be the same. I won’t ever be an undergrad student again. Once August 31st rolls around, I can no longer be a member of AMS clubs, and I can’t go to student beer gardens and I can’t call myself a UBC student anymore.

Whenever I’m asked to describe myself, I always say, “Well, I’m a student at UBC.” Once I graduate, what do I say? 

I am so pissed at myself now for rushing to finish my degree. I don’t know why I did that. None of my best friends at UBC are graduating in 4 years, why did I feel like I had to?

:’(

Hungernation

When I was younger, I used to be in competitive swimming, and I recall coming home from a meet on the island with my younger sister, our good friend Ashley and my Dad. And we were trying to get my Dad to give us money so we could buy some food from the vending machines, and my Dad wouldn’t give us any. So we whined, “We’re hungryyyy!” and then he’d say, “Nice to meet you, Hungry. I’m Jeff.” So then Ashley, Britt and I came up with the phrase “I’m suffering from hungernation” to get across that we were famished, without having to deal with that stupid answer. Haha.

In any case, I’m hungry right now. I’m the most terrible grocery shopper in the world; I never buy enough to last me more than a few days, and yet somehow I spend way too much money while I’m there. I think it’s because I am always hungry when I go to Safeway, and so I buy things I can make and eat now instead of later, and then I eat them now, i.e. when I get home. 

I have a horrific cough right now. I hope it goes away soon. I called in sick to work this morning, so I’ll go in on Thursday instead. Which is fine. I had wanted to go to Value Village to find some leg warmers for my 80s party on Friday night, but I think I’ll just make do with the clothes that I already have. I figure I can work something out. I think the hair and makeup is more important anyways. 

I waxed my face last night, and I made my eyebrows too thin. They grow back super fast anyways, but still. I’m displeased.

Hey, new entry! How about that!

So I’m officially half-way done my last year of university. It’s kind of sad! Ah well, onto bigger better things.

I was watching the Sex and the City movie, and when Louise from St. Louis mentioned that designer handbag borrowing service, I decided to see if it actually existed. Turns out it does. But it’s American, and since I am Canadian, I cannot take advantage of bagborroworsteal.com.

There are a couple Canadian alternatives, but they are more expensive, and don’t have a large selection of bags. I checked shouldercandy.com out, which is a Canadian one, all the good bags were already borrowed.

It just reminds me of when I went to the outlets in Washington in the summer with my Mom and sister, and there was the most beautiful Kate Spade bag on sale for $250. I should have bought it, but I didn’t, and now I am sad all over again because I don’t have that beautiful Kate Spade bag. It was just like this:

Except it was beautiful bright green. I am sad.

I am very excited for the day that I graduate and get a full-time job and am all successful and shit so that I don’t have to not buy purses that I want. Wooo! I’m excited.

[Hello world!]

What is it with this bullshit stupid first post crap that WordPress posts for you. Lame, I say. 

Every year, and maybe every semester — I can’t remember — I create a new blog when I should instead be writing a paper or studying for an exam. 

Thus, this blog is created. While I should be writing my paper for medical anthropology, or studying for my primatology final. 

I’ll write a real entry later. Maybe.