Hee hee hee; last post I mentioned that my french prof told me that I had done really well on the dictee. Apparently what he really meant what that I did the best in my class and I got a prize: 25$ worth of gift certificates for the Librairie Carrefour Bookstore, which is sweet, cause I was expecting to be presented with a Bescherelle. My mom thought that it was really neat that I won a prize, and I showed up that stupid smug girl in my class. Bwahaha. So evil.

Untill recently, I didn't really realise the panic that kind of encloses the Fac with regards to identity and language. They're really busting their asses to have these conferences with francophone keynotes and trying to interest the student body in these kinds of french activities. It all seems to be fear driven, and it's all somehow understandable from my point of view. They're all about identity and saving their culture. Maybe it's because all I've been reading about lately is Quebec and their identity in the constitution...

So the game plan for this weekend is to bury myself in constitutional affairs, legitimacy and legality of the 1982 repatriation of the constitution. This is fascinating stuff people! (I wish I were kidding- I sound like such a dork) Oh yeah, and that Liberal Party meeting that I went to last night was apparently a delegate selection meeting for the provincial AGM in April, and since I showed up, I ended up being signed up for the weekend. It actually sounds like it's going to be cool; all of the leadership hopefuls have confirmed their attendance except for Ken Dryden, and since it's the during the official launch of the leadership race it's going to be hugely televised and such. Plus the riding association is subsidizing 100$ of the 125$ fee for the youth, so the whole thing will only (theoretically) cost me twenty-five dollars. As one of my friends said, 'it's all grassroots and exciting.' Anyhow, time to get back to Quebec. Oh, que c'est du fun.

I can always tell when I'm either stressed out about something; my appetite virtually disappears. Like now, I had one of those bar things for breakfast, a pizza thing for lunch and a bag of peas, which was like four hours ago, and I'm not the least bit hungry. My sister calls me a lightweight and can easily lift me, except when I get all kung fu and get her in a headlock. Which, by the way, is good fun.

I actually had a pretty great day today. I got my sciences po midterm back, and ended up with an A-, which apparently is sweet because this guy is a hard marker. My french teacher said that I did really well on my dictee (it was the 'semaine de la francophonie' so as one of the activities, they rounded up all of the first year french students and had us write a dictee), which was pretty swell because I haven't been doing too well on my french this year. It's actually the thing that most consistently hurts my marks on essays and exams. Oh yeah, and i had a ton of coffee today too, which always makes me happy. Lotsa 'Cookies by George' coffee, which, by the way, is super greatly strong. I'm on my way down from my caffeine high though, which is not great, but not altogether awful. Still a slight buzz. Hmm. Gilmore Girls in fifteen. Sweet.

Too much schoolwork going down here. Too much snow falling. We had our first (and malheureusement last) playdown game yesterday against KC Polonia. It was only 4-3, and considering that they were a really good team and in third place overall in the division above us, we did well. But we could have won, had it not been for us losing four minutes of the game because they refused to move their injured player from the field. Yes, that sounds callous and mean. But she hurt her ankle. Had they been good sports, they could have carried her off after two minutes, and we would have had four minutes to score another goal. See, you can't call for a time out according to EDSA rules, and we don't get any injury time. We just lost out on those four minutes. Terrible. My coach said that we had a great game though, and I almost scored; the goalie just bumped it over. Baaah.

My mom woke me up this morning and told me that it had snowed; I asked how much, and when she answered 'about a foot' I asked her if she was shitting me. Baahh. My arm is sore from shoveling the driveway. My pants were soaked to the knee by the time I got to work (on the stupid ETS) and even though I hung them up to dry, by the time my shift was over they were still soaked. I didn't make it to Elena's birthday thing (if you're reading this, soo sorry) which I was looking forward to, cause I was afraid of getting stuck in the snow with the car, which apparently was not an unfounded fear; I passed about five cars stuck in the snow on the way to work and more on the way home. It was sow dead today; we didn't even do one thousand. Only good thing about ETS is that I saw this guy that used to work at Shoppers, that was neat. He quit in October or September, really nice guy.

I think that I'm falling for a guy at work. He's second year at the Fac and we're in the same history class on main campus. It's so weird, I'm such a freak. Seriously. Ahh, and he's working tomorrow morning too. I get butterflies when I see him. I wish that I didn't have such crappy self-esteem, otherwise I might do something about this.

Plenty of time to contemplate that tomorrow morning at work, cause I did almost all of my Sunday work this afternoon out of sheer boredom. Back to post-communist Russia. Stupid Putin.

I can always tell what kind of a mood I'm in by how tall I feel. Strange. Today I felt small and detached from everyone. Kind of floaty. Talked a bunch with people. J'ai raté mon examen de français. Then I talked to Sébastien and I was really distant, I think that he noticed and I feel bad cause I hate when I don't connect with people when I talk to them, I'll have to track him down tomorrow and explain. I didn't tell him about my exam cause I was feeling dumb. He's a good guy, I know that he'll understand. We always talk on MWF after I have french, cause my locker is right by his last class, and then we take the bus together from main campus on tuesdays and thursdays if I have to go to work after class. He started talking about exams and school and I went on this rant about how I'm worried about my french final and how my french prof takes off three points per mistake instead of one like other profs. It wasn't my finest moment to say the least. I'm really nervous about tonight. First playdown game for provincials. It's not the good nervous that I get before all of my other games, more like a sickly nervousness. We shall see what transpires.

Grr. I'm in a bad mood and I don't even know why. We played two exhibition games this weekend, just got back from the second. First was last night, against a premier classics team; didn't do too badly, 1-0 for them. We won the last one though, 4-2 or something like that, against a division 1 ladies team. It was good, beating Ricardo's team like that.

I still haven't gotten my essay back from my english prof. I bet she's googling my whole paper to see if she can find any of it on the internet. I really dislike her. I caught her using incorrect historical facts on Friday though, and zinged her. That was good. Cathartic. I'm looking at buying a car. I found a cool VW Golf that looks to me like a good deal (it's 1 900$), but it's only a year older than I am, and the same age as most of my friends (1987). I'll have to get my dad to take me around car shopping; he'll probably roll his eyes and tell me that I don't need a car, but whatever. I want a car. We'll see how this works out.

Four more papers left...

Hee hee hee! Regardez-moi ca! My essay for the Canadian War Museum is finally on the internet! I'm very excited!

Bad day. Got to school on time, to my surprise, and my history paper was moved back a week, which is good, but then in English my prof asked if I could come and see her later to talk about my paper, which i did. She said that she 'just wanted to make sure' that the ideas in my essay were my own. I can't believe that I was accused of plagiarism. I honestly just want to curl up in a ball and cry. I've been wandering around here, holding back tears, for about an hour and debating whether or not I'm going to be okay to go to french. I don't think that I can handle it, but I've already missed two classes this term. Plus I have to work tonight, instead of going to an exhibition game. I'm so stressed out. Maybe I just need some sleep?