83. Have icky lister breakfast. Hopefully on cheesy-egg day.

Status: So-ooooooooooooo full.

A little University of Alberta lesson is in order before I start with my description. Our massive (holds at least 2000 people) undergraduate residence here is called Lister Centre. It is everything you'd ever heard about university residences.....a place where girls come at the ripe age of eighteen to loose their morals. The first time parents aren't around and you're 1000 km from home. Needless to say, in Schaffer Hall (the tower we lived in) in Lister Centre, we pre-drank harder than you partied.

Thankfully, for those blurry weekend mornings, we had the Lister cafeteria....which certainly knew its audience and served the exact cure for a hangover.....awful greasy eggs and hashbrowns. The only way to eat it was to mix it all together, and cover it in ketchup and seasoning salt, and hide some shredded cheese from the salad bar under a clump of egg (so they don't charge you extra for it). Afterwards, you feel what can only be described as "gut rot". Still, it's a reminder of our glory days as Listerites, and we keep going back!



You can't see it, but there's a thick film of grease on the plate from the eggs. Eggs shouldn't be greasy!!

89. Win the "tin-off".

Status: We'll call it a draw.

Well, my entire room is covered in sparkles, and when I sneezed yesterday, silver came out.....but it was all worth it in the end as there is very little in this world more enjoyable then going out in public dressed up in a themed way with your friends.


In our Wizard of Oz group, Dorothy's boyfriend and I both insisted on being the tinman. Neither of us would budge on it, believing in our superior tinman potential, so it was evident that a contest was indeed in order. He went for the more traditional tinman approach, while I put a slight prostitute angle on it (it's what Halloween's all about!) The tin-off required not only a winning costume, but a winning attempt at doing the robot (Not sure how they're connected....) at which I cannot be beaten.





I was hoping to strike off "Go out in public dressed as a Disney character" with this one as well, but Matt has informed me that the Wizard of Oz wasn't Disney after all......so next year I'll be going as Peter Pan, and Matt will be tinkerbell.

55. Read "The Poisonwood Bible" again.

Status: Complete

I read this book for a mandatory english class waaaaay back in first year university (5 years ago! Eeek!) I thought I liked it, but it's hard to enjoy something properly when you're constantly skimming for appropriate quotes to fill up the 10 pager on the underlying themes of the book due the next week. Especially since my professor for this class dressed in attire that can only be described as the 'matador look'. So I thought I'd give the Poisonwood Bible another shot now as a mature and rational scholar. (A mature and rational scholar who, the other night, got drunk, stole two shopping carts, found two hockey sticks, and used these stolen objects to joust in the street...before crashing into a bush, and looking up to two police officers hovering over her.)

And seeing as how I finished this 550 page book in a mere 4 days, I'd say that I liked it very much indeed!

12. Finish my law essays by September 30th at midnight!

Status: Long completed

Okay, I realize I'm 17 days late in posting about this (though there is no requirement for chronological updates. What's to stop me from posting all 101 things the night before the deadline?) You'll just have to take my honest word that I was done writing the three essays (or rather - one essay tweaked three ways) long before September 30th at midnight! In fact, I believe it was about 10:30pm.

Now they are all sent off appropriately (god I hope I didn't send the "how I'd really like to go to the U of A" paper to UBC), and we wait.....

I'd post the main personal statement for all to see, but it is basically 2 pages of cheesy "this is why I'm awesome", and is therefore morbidly embarrassing, and my proofreader, Matt, can attest to this.

33. Go home for Thanksgiving

Status: Completed - And hopefully repeated indefinitely!

Thanksgiving is like a pre-holiday season holiday, it warms you up for the sugar induced comatose state that surrounds Halloween, and the traditional face-stuffing that is Christmas.

For the past few years I've been straining myself at the holiday season - pulling stomach and jaw ligaments - because I have not been able to make it home for Thanksgiving! I was improperly trained, and my eating muscles were nowhere near ready.

Well, this year I will be a well-oiled eating machine come Christmas - as, for the first time in 4 years, I was actually able to make it home for Thanksgiving. I warned my mother that, after an uncomfortable flight at an hour that doesn't even exist (6:30 am, who ever heard of it??) , the food had better be plentiful.

And was it ever! Yorkshire pudding, mashed potatoes, homemade stuffing, perogies....all drenched in a healthy dose of gravy. Not to mention pumpkin pie and cheesecake (replace "gravy" with "ice cream").

I'm still so-oooooooooooooooooooo full! I'm looking to start eating again a week from next Thursday.

40. Go back to my highschool cafeteria and get a banana chocolate chip muffin.

Status: Deliciously Completed!

In my highschool cafeteria, the banana chocolate chip muffin was far superior to all the "food" they immorally sold us. The perogies were slimy, the soup was just hot water, the chicken burger was......meat. In a land of tasteless, cliched bad lunchroom cuisine, the banana chocolate chip muffin shone like a light from.....a normal dining experience. But if you didn't get to school 3 hours before classes even started (note - blatant exaggeration) then you weren't getting a muffin. Rare was a day when they weren't sold out before the first bell. And since I always had blankets torn off / curtains ripped open starts to my mornings in highschool, actually getting one of these muffins was a delicacy indeed.

The last time I had one was in 2003, the year I graduated. And I've always vowed to return (bright and early) to snatch one away from a deserving little student. Well - I cheated a bit on this. My sister went and got it for me. But it's my list and I'm counting it dammit! And it was nostalgically delicious!

So if you're looking for me at the Hapnot Collegiate Grad 2003 reunion in 20 years, I'll be the one licking out the muffin pan in cafeteria.

70. Get my bangs cut.

Status: Lookin' hot!

The bangs that I had as recently as this morning were not technically bangs anymore, as they made up for a good 50% of the hair on my head. But this afternoon at 1, I bravely waltzed (yes, I waltzed) into the closest salon and declared that I wanted them, once again, to be eyebrow height!

This took serious courage! But apart from looking about 15 with this haircut (the lady who cut them said I "looked good for 22" What's that about?? Am I that old that I could look good for my age now??) I'm quite happy with it. Plus my head feels significantly lighter! I can do all sort of things now that I couldn't before I lost that extra hair weight! Like.....er.......head-banging......to the Spice Girls. (I'm still pumped about that.)

The best part? As I went up to pay, the lady said "don't worry about it" So number 70 has completed without a penny spent! Though now I feel obligated to go there to complete another challenge on my list - get an expensive haircut.

73. Go to a Spice Girls concert!

Status: Miraculously going to happen!!

Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygiddygod!

I've got, in my hot little hands (well, in a few weeks - when they come in the mail), a ticket to see the Spice Girls in concert in Vancouver on Sunday December 2nd in the year of Two thousand and seven!

You have to win a contest to even be eligible to purchase tickets! And I.......didn't win. But my friend (BEST friend, now) did!! She will most definitely be getting breakfast in bed and foot rubs for the next few months for her generosity!

What a once in a lifetime opportunity! As my sister (who's already holding a grudge) put it, "It's like you found the golden ticket and you're going to Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. You sir, are Charlie Bucket."

It's the stuff of dreams!