College Life, and Other Things

Hello! It's been a long while. Life is far too busy!! But here I am now. I have several amusing tidbits for you today! :)

First of all, it's the Case of The Holey Marshmallows. No, I didn't misspell that. A while back, Mum bought a bag of rabbit-shaped pastel-coloured Easter marshmallows for us to eat because we didn't have any sweeties in the house. We were enjoying them very much until a few days ago, when Mum got up in the morning to find marshmallows strewn about the counter, riddled with tiny teeth marks and holes. Hmmmm! I WONDER who it could have been? Let's eliminate Dad -- he doesn't like marshmallows, and he wears big clunky false teeth anyway. We'll eliminate Mum, because she does not, and I repeat DOES NOT, ever make a mess on the kitchen counter and leave it that way. I certainly didn't do it. Mitty doesn't get up on the counter. Maggie does, but she's too well-mannered to tear into a bag of marshmallows and leave them full of bite marks. That leaves either a giant rat (don't laugh, we had one of those awhile ago) or...drum roll please...Outlaw!! Yes indeed, ladies and gentlemen, I believe we have our culprit.

But lest you think my life revolves entirely around cats and their escapades, I will reassure you that it does not. What proof do I offer? A snippet of college life, my friends!

Remember when I told you that I had to do a skit with several people at school? It was Willa Cather's Neighbour Rosicky. We performed the other day, and to my surprise (no, scratch that, utter shock!) the teacher awarded us a grade of 100 and told us it was one of the very best presentations he's ever had in his classroom. Sweet!

The funny thing about this skit was that three of the parts were for men, but our group contained only girls. Ha, ha! I played Anton Rosicky, a Czech farmer. It was cool. I pulled my hair back in a ponytail, dressed in black trousers, a green plaid shirt, and black wool jacket, and...yes, I actually did it...drew a mustache and goatee on myself with eyeliner! Oh, I thought to myself, I do NOT want to leave the ladies' room and go out there where I will be laughed at! But then upon further contemplation, I decided it would indeed be prudent for me to leave the ladies' room due to some rather suspicious looks being shot at me by the other occupants. So, bravely, I marched out with my head held high...well, as high as someone 5'3" tall can hold her head. (And I should "translate" that into meters, but I am far too lazy and I am a math-hater besides. Hmmph.)

It was great! I faked a Czech accent during the whole thing, and got complimented afterward. "Dude, I liked the accent!" yelled out one of the boys in class. Well, OK, he didn't say "dude" but at that point I kind of felt like a dude so it didn't matter. I kept telling myself, "Look, ya barmy sheila, if, in preparation for a movie, Russell Crowe can shave his head, gain two or three stone, or even lose two or three stone, let alone learn different accents so flawlessly that no one could tell it was an accent -- well, what you're doing is easy!" And I did it! I was shaking in my knee-high boots and wishing I were anywhere but there, but I did it. Ha!

"So it's every hand to his rope or gun -- quick's the word and sharp's the action! After all, Surprise is on our side."

Yes, yes, another Master and Commander quote. Sorry. But the same principle applies. And my teacher certainly was very surprised when he saw me march into the room wearing pencilled-on facial hair. His eyebrows met his hairline!

"Well," he said, eyeing me with a private little half-grin, "I'm impressed already!"

LOL! So now you know what I've been up to lately.

Before I sign off, I just remembered that today is Mr Crowe's birthday. There are now officially 20 years between us; he turns 41 today. Happy Birthday, Mr C! Many happy returns of the day! :)

It was my dear friend Jess's birthday recently too. (Happy birthday, sweetie! Love you!) There's now only a year between us. But then, I'll turn 22 in a few months and it will be two years again. Ai yi yi! I can't believe I'm so old! Ah well, with age comes wisdom, they say. And do I ever need it! I've got papers and exams and all that cr--I mean, all that stuff coming up soon. LOL! Owroight, thin, mates, Oi'll be soinin' off naow. Good grief, that was a pitiful accent. I sound much better in person, really, I do! I've been practising...!