Ah the joys of complete and utter unproductiveness…

I don’t think I have done so little work since school started…it’s so wrong, it’s smack in the middle of midterms…yet it feels sooooo good (that is of course until I see that stack of work that should have been done).

My goal tonight is to sleep before 12:30 (another first this year since school started) so I will tell you about my adventures another day. Just wanted to let you know I am indeed alive, not in a ditch and still have no life.

"Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything learned in school."

Believe it or not back in highschool some people thought I was cool. They thought I had a sense of style and dressed well.
I could wear anything and somehow convince people that it was cool. This one time we had an 80's dance and I was making my friend a pair of leg warmers out of and old electric blue sweater. I was trying them on for size (on top of my jeans with my highheels still on...ie I looked really really dumb) and some girl actually walks in gasps and sincerely comments on how cool she thought they are...and now look at me... Can't even remember the last time I combed my hair, put on make-up or actually cared about what I wore....only steps away from being classified a slob (if I have not been already)....well an anal slob that color codes her wardrobe...but a slob none the less.

Ah but there is silver lining around every cloud. Because you see it's all relative. When you look like a bum most the time, the few occasions you actually have to look nice, a small effort yields drastic results. While other girls brush, blowdry, primp, cake their faces with makeup and do whatever else they do to prepare for an event, all I have to do is comb my hair and compared to the way I usually look, people will actually think I look nice.

Slowly but surely...the guestbook has reached 8 pages!

You were expecting me to be typing in non-caps, weren’t you? Well, that would be just too predictable wouldn’t it now?
Muwahahaha the ever changing, ever mysterious ways of the Supa…

Haven’t blogged in a couple days...hmm...so what's been going on in my life here...

I asked Fitz that question the other day, and he tells me about his plans to go to England on exchange next year and how’s he going to Florida for the weekend with his girlfriend…and then he he throws it back at me. “Connie haven’t talked to you in ages, I feel like I’m missing a lot…”

Well, let’s see the most exciting things I’ve done in the last while…I mounted shelves on my walls, got myself a new desk, rearranged my living room and color coded my wardrobe… I AM SUCH A LOSER!!!

And it doesn’t help that every time I talk to him I’m either studying, doing a lab report or paper or something of that sort. From the impression that he gets from me, he things I go to some kinda nerd school.
HA! Western a nerd school!?!??!? Rrrrrrrright…. Was just in the cafeteria today listening to someone tell me about a 700 person party his frat had and how they had kegs of beer hanging off the roof or something.

…Hmm should blue and white striped shirt…should that go in the blue section or the white section…

IF I GOT FAT...WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME???

...the more important thing is what would you call me if i got fatter? what would the next step up be from SUPERfat?

there is something about me that just screams out FOOOD! two years ago gabe got me an ice cream scoop for christmas (he said he saw it and thought it was me)...and this year for my bday matt mark and lyds got me one...and then just this week...hehe...amy gets me the ultimate gift...an ice cream maker. it's like the coolest thing ever....MAYBE it'll redeem her for that thing she pulled with my kid pics.

i was looking at ice cream recipes...they require WHOLE milk and HEAVY cream, not to count sugar, and other things you put in it....which spell only one thing really...F.A.T.

i'll really be living up to this nickname of mine...that is if i don't surpass it and become some other more extreme form of fatness.

yeah yeah yeah...everyone's saying what a cute kid i was...don't know what happened...so don't ask!!

all rage and thoughts of killing my sisters aside (we did cain and abel today in sunday school...sibling killers don't end well)...i am at a lost for words. i think if the kid wasn't me i might have said "aw how cute"...cept it is me and the only thought that comes to me is...man! i had a big head...

Hehe.. here are some pictures that our aunt sent to us of Superfat when she was still young and cute. =p enjoy them while you can ( don't know if she will take them down) - Yuen sisters =)


Our aunt was teaching Connie to be a ballerina... hmm... Yes attempts to be graceful


Hmm what's the smell? Supa??!?!?









Cute isn't she?


What's in Supa mouth?? check to see what is behind us. Yes Supa eats EVERYTHING!!!






Pictures from Edmonton, when diversity meant Supa and Amy were around...

ah so austin got us in, we're playing sunday 4-5...will be interesting.

volleyball...*sigh* brings back memories...good...bad...and ones that the world will never let me forget...
that's where it all started with volleyball, the whole "superfat" deal....

i know many have long awaited the story behind the name....the secret will soon be reavealed...well maybe...

ha! my guestbook is now not 5...but 6 pages

thank you simon. if your page had a guestbook i'd be there!

(notice still blogging without caps)

today i decided to blog without capitalizing at the beginning of sentences...oooo that rebel in me!

i also decided to try writing with my left hand. matthew (tomkins...a kid from class) tried to stop me coz he said that back in the days of the roman empire they trained all the lefthanded soldiers to hold their swords in the right hands, and that caused them to be more prone to mental instability.
so now everytime i or anyone else around him grabs pen with their left hand he freaks. i think he may be developing a complex of some sort...and somehow my mental stability is in question?

well taking a break from the depressing topic of school, i will touch on another depressing topic...my guestbook.

last night i got really sick of PID-controllers and finally decided to start reading other people's blogs again (haven't read a blog in months) and i realized that other people actually had guestbooks that people sign...all the time...and then there's mine a measily 5 pages.
so i express my jealousy to matt mark, who has a 10 page guestbook...or so i thought. he inturn rubs it in, his guestbook is only 10 pages because that's the max they let you have...infact it's more like 20...thanks...makes me feel much better

but still, i thank those who have taken the time to sign my book...it's about quality not quantity right?

....oh but i want quantity too....!!!!!!!!!!

and now for more ranting about my program...sometimes i wonder why i'm still in it...

one report down, and a massive one to go….

see, in third year we have this Process Design and Safety course...it's supposed to be prep for the big design project that we have to do next year, this course has been around for about forever now and they've been doing the same thing year to year, but somehow nothing makes sense and no one seems to know what's going on.

first of all, they ask us to get into groups of four and choose a topic to write on, so of course you assume you work with these people and do research together and then write your separate reports...but no...we're NOT supposed to work together or even communicate with each other. confused i ask the prof what exactly the groups are for, and he tells me that it's to get used to the engineering environment where you always work on projects in a team...makes sense, except when you consider we're in team...yet not working with our team...

so fine, i do my work on my own, with really no clue what to be doing coz that's all they've told us so far, no due dates, expectations, nothing. then on tuesday he brings brings a memo to class...the deadline for the preliminary report's nov 14th...ok i can handle that...then i flip through the memo...and it's a 6000 word (min) preliminary report (just words, not including data, graphs calculations equations)...deep breath...ok...hands start shaking…
then he says he want to show us a sample final report which is what our preliminary one should aim to resemble. he plops down a 2" binder...FULL...it's HUGE!!!!! and in this little plastic envelop in the back cover there’s an extensive hand-drawn process diagram that we’re required to have for ours…going into shock at this point...

so, to sum up we're in a team that we're not supposed to communicate with, they expect a MASSIVE report in a month and a half (right through all my mid-terms might i add)...and he had the nerve to say he was disappointed when in previous years student didn't not do all that well on it. ARGH!!!!!!

i dunno, but i'm starting to suspect the qualifications of the people responsible for my education...

Correction to yesterday's blog...after a group effort, the lab report turned out to be 20 pages, not 12. Must also emphaize that it was finished on time...only to find out today in class that the due date is to be pushed back til the last day of classes this term (ie not today). Bag growing under eyes...and al for nothing!

Labs SUCK! Especially the four hour long ones that you have to write a 12 page lab report on...and it being due tomorrow and my not being done doesn't help at all...

And as if that isn't bad enough they have to make the chemical engineering labs like prisons..actually worse than prisons. In prisons at least they have real windows where you can look out and pretend that you're in a happier place..but no, not in my labs.
You look out the window hoping for a glance at the sky, trees, grass and a little bit of freedom...but some genius for some inhumane reason decided to build a big fat brick wall right outside the window!!!!!! Oh the cruelty!!!!!!

Western Reserve Academy, Varsity Volleyball 1999-2000
(yes, believe it or not, that is me in it)

Volleyball…Ha! Austin asked me to play on their intramural volleyball team. I like the game and all, but have only actually really played once...and that was way back in high school…and even then I didn’t get to play all that much.
But then again, I still did make the varsity team back then. I know if you ever watch me play you probably won’t believe it…so here’s my certificate as proof. It was awarded to me for “Outstanding Participation”…whatever that really means.