Why can't I do what I am supposed to do?

So on the very first day of school I was told about this assignment that I am supposed to be working on. It is a simple four page book review. I was finished the book within tow days of finding out about the project. The name of the book is Case Critical: Social Services and Social Justice in Canada by Ben Carniol. It was a really good book, good to get debate going; Ralph Klein would hate it.

So why can't I write about it? I have tried for the last four days, and can barely do anything. While trying to still be useful, I have developed an idea and done research for a reesearch paper for the same class (not due for a long time- but I love my idea- I'll be writing on special interest groups and lobbyists, and how they work, and how to best manipulate them). I also wrote an outline for a purposal I am supposed to write for group work- on a theoretical group that we want to run (mine is for teen girls with low self confidence).

But why can't I work on what I am actually supposed to do???

A Day Off

Well, today I had an exceptionally rare day off of school. My field placement supervisor was not going to be there, and as I am still unoriented to everything, I got a day off. So, this is what I accomplished off of my to do list:

• Check out the new thrift store just down the street
• Go to the bank
• Go to the library
• Go grocery shopping
• Clean out my fridge. (It really needed doing. I started will a full fridge and ended with a mostly empty fridge.)
• Take out trash.
• Do dishes.
• Do some computer stuff.
• Thaw some hamburger. (Well, I am still doing it. I am hoping to make a nice supper.)
• Catch up on WebCT

Things I did not accomplish:

• Reading, Reading, Reading!!!!!! (For school. I am perfectly capable on keeping up on pleasure reading.)
• Get my thoughts together for my social policy paper
• Research stuff for placement (that may still get done)

It was a rather nice, abiet chilly, day, spent chiefly in my own company.

Oh, but I did meet the nicest old man in the Safeway today. I had the hiccups, so I fished out some juice, bent over, and drank it upside down. (Only thing that works. May-B suggested it when I was staying at her house for QoWP's wedding. What can I say? It was loud, and silencing the thirty or so of us at BPs. And giving us (me at least) a headache. I have been thankful for the idea ever since. Even if it makes me look stupid in public.)

Anyway, so this nice old man stopped me for a discourse on hiccups. This poor man had had hiccups since 1984!!! That is longer than I have been alive! Anyway, just last month, he had finally found a cure, and is now enjoying life again. He had been to doctors, who said that hiccups is a sign of acid reflex (odd, but OK), had spent a bunch of money, and changed his diet a bunch, and had been on a bunch of different medications, but he finally found a herbal remedy- some sort of aloe vera drink. He was so happy about it- I would be too. Imagine having loud, embarressing hiccups for twenty-two years.

I would have turned into a hermit.

Memeing

3 things that scare me are:

• mice, very definately mice
• being pulled over by the cops
• riding with someone who makes poor passing decisions

3 people that make you laugh:

• Ky
• Kelly
• Bronwyn

3 things that you hate the most?

• Bullies
• Large crowds
• cramps

3 things I don't understand:

• How individuals can have great ideas, but collectively, their ideas suck
• How computers work
• Boys (lol)

3 things I am doing right now:

• blogging
• watching Harry Potter 4
• eating Chunks Ahoy cookies

3 things I want to do before I die:

• Learn to ballroom dance
• Fall in love
• Take the trip of a lifetime to somewhere amazing

3 things I can do:

• Ride a horse (after a sort)
• Write exams
• Spend money

3 things to describe my personality:

• Reserved until you get to know her
• then crazy and quirky
• and caring and compassionate

3 things I can't do:

• Swim (failed the first swimming lesson 3 times)
• Do hair
• Run not like a girl

3 things I think you should listen to:

• Your parents
• any Martina McBride song
• any Paul Brandt

3 things you should never listen to:

• Anyone who says you'll fail
• Anyone who says you are no good
• Anyone who says you are ugly

3 things I'd like to learn:

• Ballroom dancing
• Assessment and Intervention Stategies
• More self reflection

3 favorite foods:

• Lasanga (meat, cheese, pasta- what else does anything need?)
• chocolate
• beef stroganof

3 beverages I drink regularly:

• water
• milk
• juice

3 shows I watched as a kid:

• Prince of BelAir
• Mr Dressup
• The Nanny

3 things I have on my desk:

• Empty Chunks Ahoy container
• fauculty list
• mini globe and pencil sharpener

3 things I am grateful for:

• Jesus
• Being in the social work program
• My apartment and roommate

Camp Stories

Well, I just got back from a weekend retreat with my church, and I had so much fun! I:

• Participated in a pillowfight! It was wild and crazy fun! It was on my list of things to do before I die, so I can cross it off now
• Rode in the back of a truck with many other people- it hurt SO much to brush my hair afterwards!
• Had a short dancing lesson, which reaffirmed what I already knew- I want to learn how to ballroom dance!
• Watched people jump off a bridge into a river- I can't swim, so didn't do it myself, but watching was so very much fun.
• Twirled around a broom in circles, and then promptly fell over when I tried to walk.
• Shrieked at a lot of wasps.
• Stayed up to the wee hours of the morning talking with a lot of really awesome girls.
• Played the telephone game at banquet.
• Got the giggles innumerable times.
• Freaked out a bunch of jr. high girls with a game we play every year.
• And almost accidentally slept in the boys dorm.

Oh, that last one got your interest?

Well, we didn't get there until after 1AM, by which time everyone was already in bed. So, we went to the cabin to see if there was any spots left where the older girls usually stay. We were very disappointed to see that there wasn't, so we left, and slept in the garage with the younger girls.

In the morning, at breakfast, I overhear one of the guys mention that THEY were in the cabin.

I promptly got a fit of the giggles, as did all of us girls who checked out the cabin.

Imagine this scenerio:

Say there was room in there for us. All those boys were OUT (fyi, the girls were up and talking for hours after that). We would have just crawled in, changed into pj's, shoved some people in sleeping bags over, crawled in between a few people, and gone to sleep. The next morning, we would have woken up, and realized that we were surrounded by boys... they would have realized that they were surrounded by girls... It would be painfully awkward for the next 10 minutes, while we grabbed our stuff and hopped out of there in our sleeping bags... Then we would have laughed about it for the rest of camp. It would have been a story told for generations... about how the boys and girls accidentally slept together.