Monday, August 29, 2011

Don't worry about me....

someday I'll get the hang of this writing/blogging thing.  I'm going to be starting english and math classes in September...have I already mentioned that in a previous post?  Anyways, after a few weeks or likely months, of english in the morning, I should be able to tell what a run on sentence and comma splices looks like, and know how to avoid them.

Monday, August 22, 2011

RIP Mr. Layton

Even though I never got the chance to meet him, I'm still saddened by his death.  Layton also wrote a letter, a good one I think.  If you don't like looking at all that NDP orange, go here.


got a new laptop.  Nothing fancy, just an HP that was under $400.  I bought it partly because in September, I will be taking two classes at my local university, both english and math, and I think that having my own computer would make it easier to study and write.  I also wanted to update this blog more frequently; that will be easier if I don't have to go to the university commons or my local library, both places that are often full during the school year, especially during finals.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Obsessions, or rather, hobbies....

are like underwear. It's best to have hundreds.  A few of my obsessions/hobbies are personal finance, reading, and history.  When I finally get a laptop of my own, I hope to add blogging and writing.  I do have more, but have to neglect them because of money or time.

New colours...

Hope everybody likes them.  I sure do.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Riding my bike

I've been going for a bike ride just about every evening since just before the end of July.  Haven't lost any weight yet, but my legs must be stronger, because it's so much easier to ride uphill now than it used to be.  Plus, I'm in a much better mood after the ride.  I think that's called endorphins.

So I have an anger problem....

that is probably to be expected, since I grew up with a syndrome that no one even knew existed in women and girls until the early 90's, and is still misunderstood, and a mother who is sometimes a bully. Still can't afford to move out.  I get angrier and anxious if I think about this too much.