Well, it's nearing the end of September. Pretty crazy. 7 months till graduation. That's a really scary thought. And being in the middle of grad school and scholarship apps makes it seem so much more real. Here's a question... it's all fine and dandy to pick grad schools to apply to, but when it's all said and done, how do you pick? If all 4 school's I'm applying to accept me, how on earth am I going to choose where to go??? I just don't know... Each school has their own pros and cons, but, oh never mind.

I finally got my percentiles from the GRE. My lab now thinks I'm a genius. It's kinda cool though, cuz I checked the "let potential grad schools contact me" thing on the GRE and I've gotten two recruiting e-mails already, one about occupational therapy (ugh) and one from the Harvard school of education (whee!). It sure is a boost to your ego, let me tell you!

Well, I've got to go do something. Maybe sleep. Maybe watch tv. I dunno. But after staring at a computer all day, I don't like to do it so much at night, go figure! Ciao!

I should be doing my NSERC... or sleeping... or reading..., but no, I'm blogging.

I can feel the breakdown coming. If I'm expecting it, does that make it better when it gets here? I'd like to think it's too early in the year for a breakdown, but Jamie had one yesterday, so at least I can get some comfort in the fact that I'm not alone. But still... it's not good.

Take band, for example. Today was the first rehearsal (well, actually Thursday was the first rehearsal, which is part of the reason LAST week sucked, but anyway) and it was bad. Man, I swear that the stuff we played two years ago wasn't this hard. In the first rehearsal I encounter: presto 16th notes, high A (the one in the second space of the treble clef... if I wanted to play in the treble clef, I'd have kept playing flute...), tenor clef, an exposed bassoon (I'm the only one) and oboe line a la "medieval" style, and an unmarked 20 or so measure veeeeery slow solo. Fan-freaking-tastic. It can only get better though, right? Right?

NSERC workshop this morning (eating up valuable time I could have spent doing something else, like my NSERC app...). I'm not going to get one, so why the hell am I applying? I don't get it. And I feel guilty because people have to write reference letters for this and I'll be giving them less than a week. This is not good. And I should start testing my thesis this week or next. More time gone. And I have 2 presentations in the next 3 weeks. And a paper due on something (I don't really know WHAT the assignment sheet says...). Oh boy. Can I have a time out? Preferably somewhere warm and sunny. How is it fair that my sister is going to Hawaii (using my credit card, might I add) and I'm here? Where is the justice?

So, second week of school and already it's OUT OF CONTROL!!!

I thought I was in for an easy year. Pffft... right. Ha ha ha. Boy was I wrong. Deadlines are already looming
(i.e., NSERC, I'd hate them if it wasn't for the fact that they'll be funding my research for the rest of my life... hopefully). And what is up with the music department?!?!?! If they don't want me in Wind, just say so, don't put "2nd bassoon TBA" up on the list. Now I might actually have to take that Saturday class. Bah. But I don't know. I'm so very confused.

On a good note, my ethics got approved so I can start running my study. Yay. But that means more hours spent in the testing rooms in the basement. Sigh. But it'll be good... right?

Well, I'm off to drown my sorrows in TV. I don't have TIME to watch TV anymore, but ssshhhh!

@@^#&*(&@ fish...

So it's getting cold and I thought I'd help my mom by moving the fish from the pond to the tank inside. Simple enough idea, right??? Wrong. So I go out there with my bucket and my fish net and start fishing. My those little buggers are smart! And they can move a lot quicker than a net in water. So I caught some and realized I'd have to make several trips inside as they definitely won't all fit in my ice cream pail. I swaer to God, they've TRIPLED in size this summer (oh, and if anyone knows how to tell if a fish is "pregnant", I'd love to know...). So I poke and prod in all the folds in the pond liner (stupid fish like to hide) and finally, I've got them all. So I take the last batch inside and put them in the tank and go have a shower (mmm... pond scum!). So I look out the bathroom window and what do I see? Not one, not two, but THREE fish swimming happily about in the pond. #^#(@#^&*. But I wasn't going back out there. Maybe my sister will have more luck. Or they can freeze to death. I don't care. The only bad thing about that is fishing mouldy green fish carcasses out of the pond after the ice melts. Stupid smart fish... grr...