On Tue night, Team Canada defeated the US 2-0 in Women's World Hockey to claim their 8th consecutive gold. I was studying, but I caught snippets of it and was rather impressed by the women's skating skills (fast).

About 15 mins into the 3rd period, the US women scored a goal. At first, it looked like the puck hit the post. Whistle was blown, and the decision went upstairs. In the meantime, the commentators went over the play from all possible cameras, and you could clearly see that the puck went in: a fast shot that hit the back post and bounced out hard. Unfortunately, the Finnish referee waved it no goal. It was sad to see the players get robbed of a goal, and it dimmed the Canadian victory.

Well, just a little. I'm still glad we won. :)

Woohoo! Just wrote my last final exam ever! :D

When we stopped for gas on the way home, I decided to buy a lottery ticket as well ($21M!).

The man behind the counter looked at me and said, "You don't look old enough to buy a lotto ticket. Do you have any id?"

He was friendly enough, so I tried to detect if he was actually being serious. (Majority age is 19 years. I'm ... "just a touch" older.) Apparently so.

I handed him my driver's licence. I figured he'd say something like, "Oh, oops. Okay, thanks."

Nope. "Is this really you, or is this your older sister?"

Ehn?? I raised an eyebrow. I just smiled, signed my receipt and left.

Being frugal is okay by me; I'm certainly one to save a penny. But like many traits, frugality can be annoying when taken to the extreme.

I used to organise a volleyball tournament up at SFU for Applied Science students - it was one of the highlights each term: I'm proud to say it was a popular tourney and the participants always had fun.

Enter D, the same guy I mentioned here, who also asked for a bowl of tripe when he didn't find any in his $5 bowl of Vietmanese noodles. D, with whom I play vball, is always looking to get the most out of his dollar, even at the sacrifice of sportsmanship (read: sandbagging).

Last week, I was infuriated to learn that D entered a team into the AppSci tourney and that they won the movie admissions tickets. What's more is that they paid $2/person entry fee - the "AppSci" team fee. Not a big deal? Well, what gets me:

1) they weren't even eligible to enter at all (not one person on the team was an SFU student),
2) much less AppSci (to get the AppSci team rate),
3) and most of all, they practically stole the prizes away from eligible teams!

Absolutely disgusting.

Alright, for those who need a bigger challenge, try the original room game Droom. It took me a while, but after "mastering" it, I finished it in 43 clicks.

Then have a bit of fun with this interesting planetary quest.

If you're still bored, here are 2 sci-fi games I haven't tried: Kharon and The Art Machine.

Have fun!

Can you escape the Crimson Room?

We got a telemarketing call tonight during dinner (when else!). It was an Ipsos-Reid (related to Angus Reid) survey about BC post-secondary institutions, wanting to know what was important when selecting a post-secondary institute.

This survey was focused on Kwantlen College. During the phone call, I realised how little I knew about the local colleges - mostly because I completely disregarded them when I was in high school. As he went through his list of questions ("how would you rate Kwantlen on ...."), most of my answers were "don't know". He also read a bunch of statements: "did you know that Kwantlen has controlled class sizes", "now that you know, do you have a more favourable opinion, or no difference?" My answer to the latter was almost unanimously "no difference".

I'm such a post-secondary institute snob.

I am notoriously bad at flossing. The dentist flosses my teeth for me every 6 or 9 months (though I give it a courtesy flossing the night before). I don't know what it is about flossing, but I just won't do it.

Well, I changed all that. Last night was my 4th consecutive night flossing. :) It helps to brush my teeth while in the shower or watching tv so that when I get to the flossing part, it doesn't feel like I've been standing there at the mirror for so long.

After 2 weeks of frustration and anger and depression pent up inside, I had a bit of a meltdown today. The combination of a too-hard bed (having a sore back every morning), the class that I'm probably going to fail, zero motivation, bad volleyball, too much crap food, and an emotionally-exhausting dream, finally got to me.

I was so tired (even after 10 hours' sleep a night) that I couldn't even cry it out, but I managed to let go of some of it today. And S helped me make a mini-plan to work toward some short-term goals. So, starting today, I'm going to try sticking to a schedule, with limited goofing-off time. One day at a time.

Baby steps, baby steps. <deep breath>

Oohhh yeah, baby, 109!!!