The Dragoness' Lair

First thing's first. As happens after every holiday season, I feel like shouting from the rooftops that you cannot have gained SOOO MUCH weight over such a short period of time!!! Honestly, someone actually tried to tell me that they literally gained 10 pounds because of one particular Christmas Dinner. 

Did you really eat, and have your body process to fat, 35,000 extra calories on top of your daily minimum? I didn't think so.

Proof: According to the scale while I was home in Guelph, it could have seemed that I'd gained 7lbs. But it was an ~*illusion*~! After only 2 days of being back at my preferred dietary habits, all of a sudden, that 7lbs vanished into thin air! And it had taken a few friends with it. It was water retention and the amount of lousy food I was eating (not with my family, they were eating really well! U Weightloss has some great meal plans. It was with my friends that I was eating poorly...).

Also, something I need to get out, I'm ticked at myself for how I've been trying to manage things. I need medication for a lot of things... asthma, acne... and it's like walking around on stilts. But then, I get so used to being able to reach the metaphorical top shelf that when I take those stilts off, I'm surprised when I can't reach it any more. And that's stupid of me. But I just really hate being dependent on those damned stilts!

Anyways, I've been trying to put together a kind of "The Year in Retrospective", but I'm lousy at remembering things chronologically, so it's tough for me to do it right... Plus, I've been reading a lot more than just the past year...

As has become increasingly obvious from re-reading my journal's archives, my brain has blatantly rewritten much of my history into a narrative that makes sense, but is in no way actually accurately representative of the documentation available on those situations (as our brains are all very apt to do).

It's clear that I've been a thoroughly lousy person, and for that I apologize. To those simply reading about my exploits as much as to those who suffered through them first hand.

I was such a pre-Ramona Flowers Scott Pilgrim. 

Scott Pilgrim was a douche. 

I mean, the whole story is about him learning how to be less of a douche... so... ya.

True say.

I've entered the No-Buy Zone. From now until Boxing Day, I cannot buy anything for myself. So I'm making a list, so I don't forget the things I feel I need, would make good gifts, but can live without until post-Christmas. I may add to this later.
( Things I will buy myself if I don't receive them for Christmas )

I realized I never explained how exactly one plays Quidditch, as a non-magical individual that is.

Since I started using Quora.com (come find and follow me! We can be ultra knowledge buddies!) I've inadvertently started setting myself up as a Muggle Quidditch expert... As a result, I wound up creating a relatively succinct description of exactly how muggle Quidditch works, so for those of you who don't know how it works and want to, but don't want to be bothered to read through the IQA's rule book, here's how it works:

( succinct is a relative term )

I hope that was clear, easy to follow and educational. It's tough to explain sports.... I've been playing as a chaser, but I'm thinking I may be better suited to beating.

What an amazing, whirlwind weekend!

Honestly, I hardly feel like we were in NYC at all. I mean, it's New York City! Big, epic, distinctive! But I didn't see any of that. I didn't see any of the things I remember from my last trip; the churches, Lady Liberty, The Empire State Building, Times Square, Broadway.... I saw Randall's Island and the small strip of the city we cut through to get to it. So I don't feel like I was in New York City, but because I know I was, I'm starting to actually comprehend it as a place people live that isn't really that different from Toronto or Montreal, except in scale.

Maybe that's weird, or maybe I didn't phrase it well, but I hope you understand. New York City is finally becoming reality to me instead of myth.

But that's besides the point. The real story is the Cup! And honestly, the Quidditch World Cup could only have been better if a Canadian team had wound up winning it! It was fantastic!

( World Cup V details!! )

After a "beach-weather in Canada" run sans-shirts by a few of the Canadian team members (mostly from McGill), all the Canadian teams went to the Stadium for the final games in a rousing procession with a snare drum in front and everyone holding their brooms like rifles. We were cheered by other teams the whole way, and finished our procession with O Canada as we got to the stadium where there was a crowd watching us arrive. We all sat together to watch the final games; ( Spoilers! )

[Note: videos of all the games I have mentioned, except Alumni Allstars, will be available to watch on my youtube channel in the next week or so. Starting with McGill v AFQC. For now, you can watch the footage from the Canadian Cup which is now available to the public.]

Complete version of the post here.

Mine is a pretty boring response, but I suppose the most responsible... I would pay off my student debt, put the rest in a high-interest savings account, and live the rest of my life off the interest payments.
I'd still work in a library. I'd still make movies. Nothing would really change about my plans for life, except I wouldn't have to worry about money, would be able to travel as much as I like, and could take on whatever job makes me happiest without worrying about the pay.
Sounds like a good life to me.

Today's blogpost over at StumblingThroughLibrarySchool, aka What Did You Learn Today? (STLS? WDYLT? actually, I like that... WDYLT... I should make shirts!) was super special since IT'S THE WORLD CUP THIS WEEKEND!!!! so I figured I'd share it as widely as I could, because I doubt I'm going to get around to making a dedicated QWC post for my lj...

So here it is! (Originally posted here)

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I'M GOING TO NEW YORK TONIGHT!!!

I am so ridiculously excited, you have no idea... Quidditch, reffing, filming, party busses, sleepovers... WORLD CUP!!!!

*swoon*

All the work that needs to be done is done. I am ready to go to the World Cup for a weekend, ignore the fact school exists for a few days and get Quidditch-crazy!

( Harry Potter fun facts are this way! Come in from the cold! Read them! )



You can keep up with all the World Cup action from the comfort of your own home with Muggle Net's Snitch Center! Watch streaming games, keep up with the scores, peruse player profiles, and check out the rankings (McGill currently sits at the #7 team... IN THE WORLD). Games start tomorrow morning after a 9AM opening parade.

Well, I have my camera, clothes, warm winter wear, a bag full of Dollarama candy and a sack full of Montreal-style bagels. I am good to go!

I'll be out of contact while I'm south of the border, so have a good one! I'll talk to you when I'm home!

Just got started on my NaNoWriMo novel during my break. I feel like I'm simply too verbose for a middle reader book, too simple for adults and too silly a story for teens, but we'll see when I get there.

I decided on an app team to get it done. PlainText and DropBox will hopefully be a happy and hassle-free team for my November novel writing.

Go! Go! Go!

I have given an undue amount of thought to this. Maybe I'm just morbid, but I find the different funerary traditions and rituals we have around the world very interesting... but before that, I would like any parts of me that are actually useful (I mean, I doubt if anyone will want my poor asthmatic lungs) to go to people who need them. But with the rest of me?

Ultimately, I don't really like the idea of being reduced to ashes that much, but I don't like the idea of being left to rot either.

Guess I just can't die then! :P

But realistically, the BIOS urn is cool idea, but I'd like some marker of my existence to remain... marking the tree as me. Perhaps I'm just vain and self-interested, but I want people looking at the tree to know what it represents. Which is why really, I would like to be put into a "PoeTree" when I've died.

Plant me somewhere where I can survive, and stretch my branches to the sky.

For bonus points, make the tree a sugar maple or a weeping willow. They're my favourites.

Despite the gruelling pace and my lack of any downtime between school and Quidditch, I don't want to have to wait another two years to be able to do NaNoWriMo. If I don't attempt it now, just because of school, I'll never wind up doing it, I'll always have excuses.

But I still haven't decided what to write...

The kid focused novel that came to me in a dream all those years ago about faeries not being allowed to wear blue jeans and funny mystical babies?

A novel about losing the imagination of childhood that's been knocking around in my head?

A novel/series of vignettes exploring the nature of infinite possibilities following my life if different decisions were made differently?

What do you think? Or am I completely out of my mind for even considering taking this on?

Read as far back as the lj app for iPad would let me.
Honestly, the app is ok, but it removes all the pictures, and is just so... Boring looking. I also follow a few too many wallotext writers to read everything. The text is too tiny for me to read comfortably too... Maybe I should just stick with reading lj online...

Posted via LiveJournal app for iPad.

Holy crow have I not updated in ages, or what?!

I've just been so busy! I suppose that's to be expected what with the moving to a new city, trying to find an apartment, trying to find a job, finding a job (intervenante communautaire en sante mentale, basically office and personal worker with adults living with mental illness in Montreal), working, starting school, finding a new job (work study at the McGill medical library), joining the Quidditch team..... Work, study, Quidditch, study, work, Quidditch, work, study, study.... Starting a new blog for library school... Keeping up with my "stories"; look at me, sounding like an old lady lol...

Oh, and of course, getting engaged! That's right, that happened. Making Veronica a very happy panda!

Sparkles! In my eyes! Like this: *_______*

Appropriate given that my Quidditch nickname is twinkletoes...

On that note, I love Quidditch, seriously, check it out, and if you're in or near New York, COME TO THE WORLD CUP!!! Just be sure to mention that you're buying tickets because of me; it'll ask for my full name, so I can tell you that in a PM if it means you'll come to the world cup!

So there you have it, a primer of what the hell I disappeared off of livejournal to go do. In depth posts about the things I feel like going more in depth about should be forthcoming, if I don't get completely sidetracked and terrible about posting again.

I hope you've all been well in the time I haven't been checking my flist... Please let me know about any monumental news or things you'd like to share in either comments or a PM, as I doubt I'll be reading through my entire absence...

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So I basically had a near breakdown yesterday. Looking for proof of enrolment documents to reactivate my line of credit, I discovered that my offer of admission had been rescinded because I hadn't paid my deposit by the 23rd of April.

But I had paid my deposit. And a day early too! On the 22nd.

However, when I went looking for the pdf of the receipt in Evernote where it should have been, it was nowhere to be found. I couldn't find it through a finder search, spotlight, evernote online or otherwise. Did I hallucinate the whole thing? Did I just imagine paying it? Why is this happening to me again!!! Emma had to deal with a very distraught and irrational Veronica.

But then, it was there, right where it should have been, on evernote. But because it didn't have the word "McGill" anywhere in it, it wasn't showing up on my search (until I tried searching for "minerva" instead).

Upon sending it in essentially going "see? look! I did it right! HALP!", I find out the woman who can fix the issue isn't actually in the office again till next Monday. I have to sit and stew and stress for A WEEK????

Actually no. Because today, that beautiful woman sent an email to start correcting the situation, despite being presumably on vacay. Apparently reports had been generated incorrectly or something... so it wasn't even my fault at all! Like at all!!!

Life is good again!

... now to find enough couches to crash on in Montreal for the next 3 weeks while I find a job and an apartment. Go team!

I need a place to live!!!! ;-;

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