Updatation!

Alrighty, this entire week has been GRAND (excluding the past two days, as they've just been stress, buuuuuut, hey, I'll deal)!

Tons of stuff to cover, as it's been a very busy past couple of days. There was the Rush game, The Producers, Rascal Flatts, and signing my little life away to Rogers for another three years...

However, I want to do full justice to the Producers and Rascal Flatts (for now, I'll just say that they were AMAZING, and the abuse of the caps lock key is indeed needed for this case), so, I'll talk about those... Probably tonight? Who knows. Whenever I scrape up the time, I guess. Have to drive the lil'un into Edson today, so she can go skiing on Thursday and Friday, so we'll see, I guess.

So, we have the Rush and Rogers (Ooooh, alliteration! How lovely).

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The Rush game was great; actually really like watching lacrosse. Perfect combination of viciousness and skill rolled into a sport. Kinda wish I'd started playing that way back when, as I think it'd be way more fun than soccer... Plus, full contact? I mean, come on! No contest!

Ran into Brownie there, and his girlfriend... Awwww. I don't think he would've taken it well if I'd actually flicked his ear to get his attention though...

And, the company made it all the better. Even if watching my face go flaaaaaming red is considered hilarious to TSS.

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Ok, so Rogers. Something that I just decided to do, because my phone's pretty much dying on me. Sooo, I signed (yet another) contract with the thief of many a student's savings. Ah well. I'm on a pretty good plan, so I'm pretty darn excited to get the phone. Plus, it's worldwide working, SO, I can use it on the travels that I will be on (The ten natural wonders of the world, anyone?) sometime in the not-so-distant future.

Which is terribly exciting, you have to admit.

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Dear Safeway; I don't know when I'll be down to the windy city. Plans for reading week definitely didn't work out, but I would still really like to get down there sometime soon. I'll for SURE be there sometime in the summer, as we'll be playing the Trolls during the season... You're still sticking around there for spring/summer session, yes?

And yes, Rascal Flatts was just... Wowza.

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Also, when the snow gets nice and snowball-y, the snow ogopogo will be born... Heh.
Which is also exciting.

"So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be."

[Lord Alfred Tennyson]

Shoulder junk...

Shoulder injuries... Great fun, and the highlight of my rugby career!

My right shoulder is basically gone, and the left has left ages and ages and AGES ago. Probably at the point where it locked above my head, and my team thought I'd fainted.
But really, I'd just dropped to my knees, and that jolt popped it back it.
*POP*! Trust me, worst sound ever, also the most DISGUSTING FEELING possible. When something in your body physically shifts position, and you can feel every itty-bitty movement, it's not exactly what one would call a "walk in the park". More like a "jaunt over hot coals", or "Torture 101".

Luckily, that's only happened what... Six times for my left arm? And maybe once for the right.

(Although, come to think of it, the palatial crunch of your nose breaking may definitely compete with the sound of a dislocation.)

I've been living with my left shoulder being injured for about one and three-quarters of a year now; long enough, wouldn't you say? The right one's slightly less than that, at a year and a half. However, in my opinion, anything that lasts for this long should have been dealt with a long time ago.
So, imagine the absolute rapture running across my face when I picked up the phone this morning, asthe voice on the other end told me that "[I] have an appointment booked on March 6th, 2007, at 08:30, with Dr. so-and-so (I haven't figured out a nickname for him as of yet)". Now that is something that I'll be happy to wake up for. Even if I've got a midterm later that day. And it's a good two hours before I need to even be awake.
WATEVA MO'FZZZ! I'MMA BE FIXED UP SOOOOONER!

"The greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions, and not our circumstances."
[Martha Washington]

The BEST Weekend Ever!

Hah. T-5 sleeps until the wonderful, amazing, fantastic event that will be Saturday, February 24, 2007.

At 14:00, I'll be at the Producers. And as soon as that ends, I'll be running to the LRT, where I'll be shipped off to RASCAL FLATTS (18:30 or so)! It's going to be absolutely amazing; seriously, I've been incredibly excited for this for... well, going on a month now.
Pretty much adore C for getting the tickets. What a wonderful person. When I actually meet her, I'll be professing my undying gratitude for well, probably an hour and a half. Perhaps grovelling at her feet'll get the point across?



This'll be a definite change from the last three concerts I've been to, as I'll finally be able to pay attention to the concert, and not have to watch the crowd for possible board jumpers, cameras, or other such nonsense... Although Evanescence, Snoop Diggity Dawg and Billy Talent were fun to work, this'll just be ever so much better...



As well, on Friday, that-special-someone (TSS) and I are possibly going to the Rush game.

It's been two months, and time's just flown by. Having a ton of fun with absolutely everything in that regard.

School's school. I'll be happy when it's summer break, although right now I'm in the middle of reading week, so that's a very positive thing.

Yay for physio tomorrow! Going in to get my feet checked out, as I've got tendonitis in the left, and something seriously screwed up in the right on... It'll be interesting to finally figure out what it is though, and get on the road to recovery.
Still haven't heard anything from the surgeon regarding the good ol' shoulder (the left one, the right one's just... weird. Tendonitis there as well, and an injury that, according to the sports medicine practitioner that I saw last Wednesday, hasn't healed in two years)... So, hopefully that'll come through soon, and I can get this dealt with!

"The question isn't 'who is going to let me'; it's 'who is going to stop me.'"

["The Foutainhead," by Ayn Rand]

“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.” [Seneca]

Got sick of the old account, soooo, here'd be (another) of my little spots on the world wide web.