Saturday, March 13, 2010

Oh, How Time Flies

Has it really been four years already?


Last night, while taking a break from some serious Lady Gaga inspired dance moves, I sat at a table with Schlee and Solak and looked around the room. Looking at all of the first and second year girls and boys, it was hard to believe that that was us not too long ago. I was definitely overcome with a little nostalgia, and a verrrry small part of me wishes we were back in first year.
First year, when you barely knew anyone.. at least not very many people outside the small house we live in. I only brought one dress with me to STU, so I didn't have all that many outfits to choose from, but I probably changed my hair 50 different times to make sure it looked right for my first university formal.
Anna Galvin & I at Winter Formal

Becky Matchett & I at Spring Formal

Ryan and Kate came to visit for a weekend in second year, and that weekend happened to fall on the same as one of the formals. While getting ready we all got pretty trashed in my room and I got in trouble a few times for letting Ryan and Kate wander in the hallway. (Ryan was far from impressed with the house rules, not that any of us care for them all that much either) Joe was my date for this formal, and some of the girls' boyfriends made a trip from NS to come to the formal. All I remember is Ryan being a little too hyped up on RedBull to go to bed and kept bugging me to let him go outside to look at his Europe pictures on his laptop. Katie Francis & I at Formal (Spring or Winter, I forget)
In third year I didn't live in residence, but Lisa, Nick and I made a trip down from the apartment for Spring Formal. For being the most recent formal, aside from last night, I remember very little about this formal. I remember losing my cellphone, luckily the DJ had it. I think we went to the Dip after, because Dip at 1am is tradition.
Ashley Charlton & I at Spring Formal

Fourth year winter formal. Thanks to Mr. Solak it was quite a classy night. We went to Snooty Fox for appetizers and then to the Delta to get ready. The boys came to pick us up, and in groups we took a 20 minute ride in a limo to formal. (My first time in a limo, too!) Formal was fun, but nothing compared to the traditional trip to the Dip after. As we pull up we see a few of the waiters outside, and as we get out of the cab we see glass everywhere. Turns out a fight broke out in the "professional establishment" (HA!) Luckily the two parties involved were still there and yelling at the waiters about what happened and how it was the WAITERS fault. As one guy stood there bleeding everywhere, we figured out that one guy hit another guys woman, which eventually resulted in that guy putting the other guys head through the glass window in the door. They screamed inappropriate things at the waiters and the women screamed at each other to shut up. The scared to death waitress begged to seat us, despite the fact that our whole party had not shown up yet. Probably the best Dip experience of my life. Sadly, I left my camera in the hotel room. Trust me, there would've been nothing keeping me from taking pictures of that night, although one of those bitches would probably knock me out.
Kate Price & I at Winter Formal
Last night was my last university formal. We didn't stay much more than an hour and we weren't drunk, but we DID go to the Dip after. The Dip was the best part, although rockin out to Madonna and Miley Cirus runs a close second, but nothing quite compares to sitting around a table drinking milkshakes and laughing with friends you've had or made in the last four years.

Faye, Anglea, Bliss, Joe, Chrissy, Ashley & I at Spring Formal.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Seriously, Who Hole-Punched My SpiceGirls CD?

I've floated around throughout the last 21 years. I've lived in three different places in Kentville alone. Two places in Fredericton and one in Alberta.. soon to be two and God knows how many times I'll move around within Alberta. During these moves I generally enjoy packing. I like finding things I haven't seen in years like pictures, journal entries, stuffed animals, etc.. etc.. The sad part is, this round of packing will be the last BIG pack for a long time. Most of my childhood crap will be going in storage. (I say crap in a loving way. The memories make me smile, but lets face it, a brown musical lamb that used to be white isn't exactly.. well.. NOT crap.) So once the majority of this stuff goes into the back of storage I likely won't see it again, at least not until I have a permanent residence. This blog is to highlight some of the funny things I've come across while opening up boxes that I haven't opened since my previous move.

1. Some of my favorite cds. Most "stolen" from my parents. The Wild Strawberries, The Everly Brothers (which my stepmom has tried to replace for my dad, but hasn't been able to find the one I have.. oops) Hanson, multiple Much Dance mixes, and my first Spice Girls cd, to name a few.. there's about 50 cds. Also, who decided it would be a good idea to hole-punch my Spice Girl cd?? I'm lookin at you, Ryan!


2. I'm going to type out word for word a school assignment of mine that I found, and framed. Why I went so far as to frame it, I'm not entirely sure.
Fackts about Big brothers and Big sisters
My name is AMANDA and I have a big brother his name is ryan he is mean to me. sometimes But some times he is nice and I want him to be nice to me all of the time. He loves me and I love him but we don't now it he said that he likes me but he dosint thingk he loves me. and Jannafur dosint thing that ether. And my brother whanted me to take oof lOVE my ounckel spelt his name on my STUFF.

3. One of the journals that I found from my first year of university made me laugh pretty hard. I basically wrote about a crush I had on a guy in my criminology class and actually wrote "I hope he's not gay!" ... .. turns out he is.

4. An entire box of magazines. From Tiger Beat to Cosmo. Why did I keep all of these? Now what do I do with them? Leave them in the box, mark it "storage" and leave it for my mom to deal with? Alright!

Thats about it. Along with many baby pictures, photo albums, clothes and crap, I've managed to pack most of my life into three different sections. "Storage," "Storage-Calgary Eventually" and "Sell"

Just another part of the transition.