Contradictio in Terminis

*pokes LJ* Hey buddy, you done glitching yet? I’m running out of excuses to delay filling out my Off-Campus Activity Safety Planning Form; I’ve had the tabs open for months. I mean, not that reading about the hazards of travel in the Netherlands isn’t interesting, but it doesn’t really hold a candle to the steamy, sexually-charged and beautifully angst-ridden awesomeness that is the relationship between Erik Lensherr and Charles Xavier. (Killing will not bring you peace, Erik! Neither will cupcakes, nor transfer directions to the train station in Groningen, s2s.)

 

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Is anyone else having trouble believing July is almost over? WHERE DID MY SUMMER GO ;ALKSDJF;ASKJT;A I can’t even. Then again, I can’t even a lot of things right now, so that’s pretty much par for the course.

HAHA!



MOI, J'AI FINI MES EXAMENS!

(I am not thinking about how I did, nor everything I ate today, nor all the exchange stuff on my to-do list. I AM ~HEPPI.)

Also: a) PChan: see above, b) Habs, sob, c) THE ROYAL WEDDING IS TOMORROW, WHICH SEAT HAT WILL I TAKE WEAR?

TORONTOOOOOOO, HERE I COME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 24 hours!

;alskdfj;ewrnt;SSHHG;HLKAHSGEAKHGANQ;EKHA;HA;KLDN

QDC JUST DANCE 2011 = MY LIFE ♥

I can't believe dance is over! There is a gigantic gaping void in my life now, where dance class used to be, and I can't believe that it's all gone by so fast.

Recital was a huge success! :D I haven't gotten much audience feedback (parents don't count; I think they were more preoccupied with my haircut), but on Saturday, the crowds were amazing, and being on stage felt amazing, and the other dancers were amazing, and it was all ~so beautiful~ ;asldkfjals;d I AM WHELMED BY THE AWESOME!

( alors on danse~ )
I wish we could all just dance forever. ♥________♥

*I keep wanting to make self-deprecating jokes about people seeing me in my underwear, and then I remember that for Videodance, my costume was underwear, so it's a bit late to be worrying about modesty, I guess.

Well, I'm back in Kingston. Pleasantly surprised to find that the apartment is a) still standing, and b) relatively clean. Right now I'm just taking a minute to be slightly overwhelmed by the amount of work I've neglected over reading week: not merely readings, but also a lab report (I think I need to scrap what I have so far and start over again, because things are looking wonky, arrgh), a German assignment, and the part where I have until Friday to make a decision about going on exchange.

Thankfully, with the power of To-Do lists, I have Plans, which will hopefully allow me to take the stick out of my ass so I can pretend to be Normal. Also, coffee. There is nothing that cannot be conquered by the addition of More Caffeine. 

The weekend was totally worth the imminent stress, though. On Saturday, I slept in (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was glorious~), baked banana bread and hung out with Eden before having dinner with the grandparents. Later, Chloe came over and we skyped cherishedsaulie  and watched the vlogbrothers until two in the morning. I HAVE BEEN CONVERTED. Extremely belated though I am, ;alskdjf;asd I have oodles of love for them now. Today, we had the relatives over for Oma's birthday lunch. I do not think my waistline was helped by the entire table of chicken rice/chow mein/salmon OMG I devoured, but I'm reminding myself that university fare starts again on Monday, so it's completely justified.

OH AND BY THE WAY, WHITE COLLAR EP 2.14 IS THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER OH MY GOD IT IS LIKE FIC ON TELEVISION.

One last tidbit and I'm done: THE EAGLE - NOW IN LATIN

OKAY I'VE GOT A QUESTION

I was reading an article today in the campus newspaper about how Queen's University "should position itself more firmly in multicultural and multiracial society". In short: Queen's is racist. According to the article, a number of professors of visible minorities quit a few years ago due to their "academic environments" - the intolerance thereof. Furthermore, according to the article, "[there was] only a rally against racism after a professor of colour was forced off the sidewalk" (emphasis mine).

I didn't need the article to tell me that Queen's needs to work on facilitating diversity. I mean, that much is obvious just by a quick tour of the campus. But I guess I didn't realize the extent to which cultural and racial (and sexual, and ideological, and socioeconomic...) diversity is such an issue here.

How am I supposed to knowingly attend an institution when said institution remains passive in the face of this? How can I willingly call myself a Queen's student when Queen's just sits back and lets things like these happen?

I'm having a hard time grappling with the idea that this place calls itself one of the leading educational institutions in Canada - a nation that prides itself on its diversity, mind you - while not even caring that "students of colour... aren't applying to Queen's at all" because they know the hostility that will greet them here.

So I guess my question is this: WHAT THE FUCK, QUEEN'S?!
And the more important question is this: What can I do to change this?

(hfgdhgfdkymjv and I feel like this post sounds massively, atrociously shallow for being kind of the only one of its kind on my journal; and I feel like I'm stupid* for posting about this now - and I feel even stupider for going to Queen's in the first place - but I needed to say it somewhere.)

* Have I mentioned the massive inferiority complex that I've developed since coming here? Cause it's taking over my life.

HYPNOTISM. OH MY GOD, IT WAS HILARIOUS. So we were all pretty skeptical at first, because, well, most of us hadn't seen anything like it before. But the hypnotist put the volunteers into a trance and made them imagine they were on a bus, with a crazy guy trying to kill them - which was cruel, but also indecently amusing, watching the expressions on their faces. At one point, one girl even tried to leap out of her chair to escape the "crazy guy" driving the "bus". And during another session, the hypnotist asked them to put suntan lotion on. Thei resulted in one guy taking off his shirt. When they were brought out of the trance, the girl next to him was wearing his shirt, and the expression on his face was beyond priceless.

I feel like I'm not doing a very good job of reporting this, but in my defense, I am wiped. Also, tonight, we cheered so hard that I had to pause for breath. There are about ten different cheers here for the ArtSci frosh. LOTS OF PELVIC THRUSTING! <3 I feel kind of bad for the Engineers on our floor, though, because man, they look exhausted. And wouldn't everyone if your frosh cheer waent like this:

FREC (engineer frosh group leader): HOW LAME ARE YOU, FROSH?
Engineer frosh: SOOOOOOO LAME!
FREC: HOW COOL ARE YOUR FRECS, FROSH
frosh: SOOOOOOOOOO COOL!!
FRECS: NOW SIZZLE, FROSH!
frosh: *lie on the ground and jiggle their bodies like bacon*

I WILL TRY TO POST PICS OF THE FRECS, BECAUSE THEY ARE AWESOMELY TERRIFYING.

I'm so glad we have our Gaels (Art/Sci frosh group leaders, like the FRECS), who are fun and caring people. One gael, Deborah, taught us our frosh cheer/dance (again with the pelvic thrust), and also introduced myself and an acquaintance, K, to the Lazy Scholar, WHICH HAS THE MOST AMAZING DRINKS EVER. London Fog is love.

In other news, I'm excited for the Sidewalk Sale tomorrow, and oh yeah - our Frosh Group name is FROSH ON A BOAT~ (muthafucka)