The more knowledge we acquire the less we know...

Throughout the years, I understand and can tell you how multiple parts of the brain works in accordance to hundreds and hundreds of things in every-day-life with details only a neuroscientist could. I understand and can tell you about anything, I mean everything and anything, or almost, about human sexuality from its mechanics to its most frivelous hypotheses.

This fountain of knowledge that I have about the human body doesn't keep me from doing searches on the Net this morning to know about "sinuses". I've been having a headache caused by my front sinuses for a few days now. The medication works but still my curiosity makes me want to know how it all works.

My findings just make me realise how little you know when you think you know so much already.

Semester over and now the Holidays!

To my biggest dissapointment, the exam was about an overview of all the content of the class and now just the several chapters learned from the mid-term. Obviously, my grade won't be that great. Still knowing that, I came out of the exam room last afternoon with a big smile. Going down the escalator and seeing my boyfriend waiting for me, it just made me happy. Finally, I don't know what my grades will be like for 2 of my PSYC classes at Concordia. The third one is still going on next semester because it's a 6 credit-class (one full-year). As for SEX1000 at UQAM, I finally completed that course. I started my Bachelor in Sexology in 2001. SEX1000 is an intro-type class to the sexology studies, it's to show the newbies if they're on the right track. Well, I abandoned it 3 times and this was my forth time taken it. Abandoning a course means that you drop out of the class without the action affecting your grades, and if you do it early enough, you don't get bill for the class. I got an A-. Really got an A minus!!! There's two other methodology-type class in the next years, and that is if I get accepted again next year when I have to ask for re-admission because I'm finishing it full time.

Now the holiday times!

Kept going to the gym ever since I restarted. Did it again, this morning before Christmas shopping. It was a spinning class... go legs! But yes, the Christmas shopping is done. Well, for the family in Nova Scotia, it is. I hate passing the holidays without sufficient funds to do all I want and to give all I want to give. I'm sure I'm not the only like that. I love seeing the people, driving around, the music and that festive spirit that everyone has. I just hate the gift part. I would just like to have Xmas and New Year without presents. No need to get them and no need to give them!

Window washers Season

Winter has all this greatness but, boy, is it easier to find it some many negatives. One among others is how the "/$%?& roads are dirtier and crap is shouting everywhere in car windows.

I was driving up to Montreal last night because I had a finals' exam in developmental psychology. Well I noticed, once on the highway, that no window washer fluid was squirting in my window. Rushed in time I didn't wanted to drive back in Saint-Jean so I waited to be next to Montreal. I couldn't see nothing, I was relying on other vehicules lights. Even that with all the crap in my window, I was having issues evaluating visualspacing around the car. I did my exam and came back home with the same issue. The heat of the car wasn't cutting it out for unclogging the tubes for distributing the washer fluid. When I got home, I verified everything that I could about the from window washer system; my poor little Saturn. I went to bed with the unwillingfulness to go to the garage this morning.

At 5:30 am this morning, anxious about spending money again for my "almost classic" car I couldn't go back to sleep. I got dressed for the cold and armed myself with an electrical extension cord and a hair blower. I fixed it! Some of the money that I would of spent on a mechanic is going on some new wipers this morning ^^

Stressed - hits the gym after a month of absence

As I mention in my last blog, I'm really stressed. Stress for me comes out by the weirdest physical means possible so I went back to the gym. Last time I went was November 7th and I've been back since December 10th. I have to say that I've been sleeping better. Plus, I bring my books to study while I'm on the cardio machines: hitting two birds with one stone. I actually find it easier to focus when I'm exercising.

My before-last exam is on the 16th, from 7pm to 10pm. What an awkward time for a final!

It's not to soon that I hit back the gym. I went to the doctor's last week. I needed to get some prescriptions renewed for the new year. Finally, the hypothesis of psoriasis is wrong. It's eczema!! I have now a new cream in my arsenal. I have one of the softest skins but darn, it's sensitive. Eczema will go away while I'm pumping that dopamine and noreprephine is my system through exercising. Get rid of the stress, trim down the number on the scale and rest better at night.

Just unsnowing and starting the car in the morning, so I can go to the gym, is a wake-up enough to get juices flowing in the bloodstream.

Being hypochondriac OR just knowing my body

On this day starts the run for University semester's end. On December 21th, it is my last exam. So the next few weeks are not as loaded with round-trips Montreal/St-Jean. Even if I have all this nice time to study, write out my notes clear so I can revise them properly. I am stressed, I see all the signs all over my body and "neurotically". Yes, yes I said "neurotically" instead of psychologically because it's just neurotic.

Physically: Headaches are much more common, mostly because of my sinuses blocking up. Psoriasis pop up on both elbows. Metal from my belt buckles and the inside of jeans' buttons are making little blemishes around my navel. That neck vertebre is wack which bring my shoulder pain and my metal ankle isn't following.

Neurotically: I'm only focus on my studies and organizing everything. I don't want sex. I get angry easily, and I'm irritated and restless. I wake every morning at 4 am at whatever time I got to bed the night before. I cry for nothing... It's almost like having pms but outside of normal 2-days-prior-to. There's more... I'm just crazy. I'm usually more subtle about it but in these periods I just can't keep calm.

After my last exam, my body and my mind will be exhausted. I think I'm more exhausted just trying to keep it all together. I lost 2 times this week... On Tuesday and yesterday. I should just hit the gym and get rid of this "oversome-energy".

Education, quitters and drop-outs

I was speaking with somebody, myself, lately about this matter. We agreed that telling a person they're a loser isn't nice but telling them you're a quitter, doesn't fit in the same category. When you're a quitter it's simply naming your role in quitting something. It's descriptive. Thus, it is not insult. I have a been a quitter in the past but not a drop-out.

Education is under estimated by a lot of today's youth. The appeal of making good money by the quickest means possible is the most tempting route. I'll respect anyone who picks a trade. I have a trade of my own. I have a Secretarial diploma and I worked in that field for 3 years. I was making over 35K a year, 10 years ago. I even have a collegial diploma in Event productions which I work in the field afterward for 5 years. For example, I was a show manager for a kids' show and toured the states back in 2004 and 2005. I've put my education to used... are you thinking : "Good for you!" Well, you're damn right!

Now, throughout the jobs that I do, I went back to University which I started back in 2001. Yeah, yeah, it was 9 years ago. I was attending part-time until 2008. Now, I'm a full-time student. It doesn't make me younger and I know it now every day I step in class. Almost everyone in class is 10 years younger but I'm still going. The age can become a factor if you let it get to you. Apart from the number itself, you realize pass 30 that your brain doesn't function in the same ways then when you were in your early 20's. You redefine all your learning and memory strategies, and alertness levels aren't the same either. That's psychologically. Physically, eyes and hearing aren't the same to say the least. Then, you have life experience. For life experience: I'm talking about debts, relationships and kids. Finding the means financially to go back to get a "higher" education demands talent, research and resources. Older you get, you ain't dependent on "Mommy and Daddy" anymore. You fend for yourself if you're alone... have kids, you fend for them as well. I met plenty of mothers attending school full-time, single or not, especially during the evening classes. These women were pulling it off and kicking some arse.

Throughout the years, average young adults I've seen attending classes are freshly out of cégep, for Quebec, or High School else where. They're still living with their parents, or financially still attached to them, or freshly going out on their own. They're 100% healthy and they don't have kids. Half of them are at University because it's "the thing to do", the other half know why they are there. For the former half: these are those who are more susceptible to quit. All majors and programs contain introduction classes to give a good idea of what's the road for the next few years. If quitting occurs in or after the first year, I can totally understand. It's not what expected or wanted. Go for the trade. Take a break (it can be several years). Go party hardy and blow your mind away. The latter is what I did between 1996-1999. That's what the early 20's are for but I worked hard to. Proof earlier with different diploma and certificates.

But if you're deciding to quit after more than half of your major or program and you only have one year left because it's hard; because your grades aren't what expected; because the boyfriend/girlfriend isn't going to be with you... You're a fucking idiot and drop-out from my perspective! Considering all of the above, you're a fucking moron. There's one year left - A year goes by so fast. Canadian teenagers and young adults have the opportunity, today, through our government system (even crooked as it is) and our school system's resources to find the means to last and pass that last year; the means to complete and obtain that diploma. Work is required because it won't be given to you.

You're lazy and an drop-out. That's my opinion!

How to reconnect...

I haven't written anything for so long... Yet, I have this urge, now, to write. I had all good intentions of keeping this idea of a blog up to date. Write these original stories in this self-centered world, where I am sole ruler... bla bla bla!

I'm not a creative writer. I have a creative mind but exteriorizing it isn't my best suit. So I say "to hell" with it. The idea was good... I've noticed it happens to all bloggers. Our minds just go blank.

I'll keep the blog at a simplest form - it will be a journal. Period­.

Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin

This blog entry is more of a self-refectory one than a chronicle about my country.

Each morning when I wake from my beauty sleep, and the only period of rest from my every day duties, I look in the mirror to see any new signs of stress and age like any 30's something woman. One thing I realize about being in your 30's is having chin hairs. I'm one of those women, when in a family gathering, my elders and I exchange beauty tips. I've noticed that the elder women have multiple facial hairs due to the increase of testosterone pass the age of 40. I cannot help but to be in the same footsteps as them when I flicker the 3 permanent resident I have now on my chin.

My troops are on constant alert to be on watch for them and execute instant removal, every day.

Putting out the fires

"It was the sport of the monarchy, carefully calculated undertaking designed to secure relatively modest gains at minimal cost." -unknown

My tactics have no effect. I sent my troops out in the early hours to patrol the borders. They found an opening where the mutineers accessed some of the enemy's produces. I do not understand these double standards inside my army. Only proves that I have weaknesses like any other ruler. This battle that I entrepreneured is going to have some enormous gains but I am not sure if the cost is minimal. It is and will be much, much harder than I anticipated.

After this day, I will rise my levels of fortifications. The life of my troops and many others aspects depend on it. I will not deal with "civil disobedience", my troops are posing a passive resistance. All I can do is eliminate the problem.

Smoking with Tabi

After the usual early embassy meeting in the neighboring country, I come back to my own country to see the advancement of my troops in the cleansing of certain areas.

During the last week, my inhabitants have been stiring a riot. Through the House of Tabi, I'm in negotiations with an ally in the low lands of Kebekeria for an exchange of one of my inhabitants. Change needs to be brought on my continent and only, through temporary separation can a decision be made. Multiple discipline levels have been inflicted on the House of Tabi without any positive results. We will not comply to them, they will comply to us. That is how order is maintain on my continent.

By the Champix strategy, I am waging battle on the tobacco companies and their products inland. It is harsh. For a period of 23 hours, it was peace. But there was mutiny inside my troops and presence of my enemy is inside my territory once again. Little do they know, that I will enforce peace again by tonight when the full moon rises.

There has been no outside commercial transactions for the last couple of days. It is not a border issue, it is just simply this period of the month when things slow down. My troops' moral are at a low and edgy, they always get like this when they know the arrival of Reds is soon. I just wish that this next week of leavetime from my educational purposes and the 20 hours of commercial exchanges with the locals will make time fly... before the arrival of my Prince in 4 days.

The piercee tribe

So today, as my duties oblige, I went to Mount-Real for my usual cultural exchange with a metropolitan universal institution. During some royal teachings, a member of my entourage asked if my troops wanted to escort him in a northern cavern where ancestral practices were executed on volunteer bodies.

My troops gathered the information and with so, I decided to take this trip to this outcast land which I did not visited for a decade. I've decided, as well, to retake a part of my past, and join once again a tribe that I have once savored.

As my companion was getting ready for his sacrifice of flesh, my troops gather up to pay our passage for the needle. When it was my turn, I sat in the throne. The shaman had his tools and many body drawings. He put the sacred pliers on my body and to the sacrificial needle I offered myself. I now have a blessed ornament in my nostril. With it, I will bare each day my adventure in the outcast cavern, of the Denis Jungle of the Saint, in Mount-Real.

For I can be proud once again to be part of the piercee tribe. As my troops were noting this into my mémoire I went back to my obligated duties.

The mix of pussies

I ordered for the most talented designer on the whole continent to reorganized the Recreational area. As a final result, the area is functional but fad in taste. I will have to fire that designer and find an other one in my troops.

I was suppose to go to an official appearing with my Queen Mother, last night. But the logistics were changed at the last minute and the wise Ruler could not be among my entourage. So I parted from my continent with my chariot, which my troops tuned up and cleaned because of yesterday's constant snow fall, to head off to Mount-Real.

In the island of Mount-Real, my chariot left me fairly close to my destination (2 blocks north and than 2 blocks east... short walk, free parking) As I was waiting for the organizers of the evening to welcome me, only in that place will I have so many female subjects look at my upper advantage when I take off a few layers of garment. Once inside, the festivities started.

The Dukes have a uniqueness and talent that no other royalty have in this galaxy. Some may be in the same influence of reign but only them can imply such a gathering. I was so delighted by the shorts on the stage; Humans being control by a robot on Daft Punk. A giant tongue showing the prowess of safe sex with a sheath. From Hoppity Hippity music to musical, all styles were covered. I stayed till the end of the spectacle, I didn't want any part in the following flesh orgy. I was tempted, but I needed my energies to rule properly the next day. I do not regret that the planner in my troops pushed me at the last minute to attend this event. It was delightful.

Today I wake with only a few hours of beauty sleep. As usual, my inhabitants welcomed me as I open my eyes to see the challenges ahead. I need to fill out and sign the papers entitle to me for educational purposes for my troops which they will need later on this week.

The Treasury department needs to be dealt with. Let's hope that some fair merchants from the Outside will wish to have some commercial exchanges with my country.

WAR and now what

Outside and inside journalism were not permitted during this period in my country. Now that my country is in a period of temporary peace, reporting is now allowed. I use the term "temporary" because peace in only preparation for war.

“Si vis pacem, para bellum.”

In 2008, two rulers shared equal reign on this territory that is now my country. Duties, roles and responsibilities were shared. All of sudden, Chaos came from the male political party. After many negotiations, an alliance between the rulers was created and promises were made. These promises were not maintain. My party went on recognition missions to understand more the source of the Chaos that was predefined and explained by the male party during the negotiations.

Recon missions were fruitful and the truth was reveal. This Chaos wasn't created from any outside sources but were only the results of seeds planted by the party itself. So my party tried to renegotiate the terms of the alliance while the other party was pointing his finger at everything else except himself. No agreement was establish and relations were now in a Statue Quo. New terms were writing by the male party but the trust between the parties was no more.

In 2009, new responsibilities were taken by the adverse party and promise of renewal and kinship were made for the alliance to exist again. During this period, my party met with other parties and had different cultural exchanges with new and old parties. On the other side, his party made some arrangements for a long term exchange on an international level, in a southern world. At this point, relations between our parties were cruel and bombs were drop from both sides. War was declared.

As war started, his party held his engagement and party of this country didn't have a ruler to defend it. For all those months, my troops were inadvertently moving across the whole continent. I was occupying all the zones. Throughout the months, bombs were still thrown by the communication waves.

In October, his party returned with good intentions on the promises that were earlier made. My party that was now present in all continents wasn't inviting for this old ruler. And so, his status of ruler wasn't reknown anymore. The countries were formed and divided. Flags were raised. Takeover attempts were made from his camps but my borders were tightly closed. During his absence, my different operatives succeeded in all their missions of cutting every existing links of the old alliance. The intel that came back from the recon missions from earlier that year were still pouring in during his absence. More truths were revealed from his party, with so, my ultimate victory was through physical exile of his party from the continent.

While he was beating his drums, my troops stood still. Standing still, we were listening and agreeing but we knew what the ultimate result was for victory. Our intent of alliance was no more. The Statue Quo was frail. They were some negotiations attempts from my part but his camp was visiting parallel universes so his consciencness was of this world anymore. So my troops waited... and waited until the establish date discussed during the last negotiation.

On Febuary 8 2010, he was exiled.

Today, my reign is full on this continent which is why this continent is only one country now. Some diplomatic relations were taken to see the possibilities of a new alliance with new and old parties for a sharing of this continent. None were promising. So it is decided as it is, I am sole ruler. I redesigned all the areas to acomodate my troops, my troops only, and of course its inhabitants. Outsiders are always welcome, friendly and diplomatic relations of any kind as well.