I know everyone’s desperately waiting to read my feelings on the latest O.C. (what with the badly acted lesbian kissing, Ryan’s puzzling pool tournament for Lindsay’s heart, Seth’s big Summer-related meltdown, &c) but I cannot write about it without admitting in hypertext that SANDY KISSED A WOMAN WHO ISN’T HIS WIFE. And he abandoned aforementioned wife–ON VALENTINE’S DAY–to do so.
Nothing makes sense anymore.

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I know I’m supposed to be all excited because it’s Reading Week and I have somene who won’t abandon me this Valentine’s Day.
But everytime I get excited, I start thinking about those seven papers that I’m supposed to hand in the seven weeks that follow Reading Week (and how I am a big slacker who can’t do anything before the last possible second), plus the whole thing where I have to find a place to live because I hear they don’t let you stay in your beautiful university residence suite after you graduate.

But yes, as you can imagine, I am feeling The Stress.

I got a call from my mom today. Apparently I got an INVOICE from Alberta Health Care, who are supposed care for my health even though I live in a different province, bceuase I am a FULL-TIME STUDENT and I even sent them a letter from my college and certified with a stamp to prove it.This was our correspondance up to this point: Alberta Health and Wellness (as they Orwellianly call themselves) sent me a letter that said, “Hey, can you send us some proof that you’re still a student?” which I lost, but assumed that they would send me some other kind of warning or whatever before they CUT OFF MY MEDICAL COVERAGE. Then they sent me a letter that said “You have no more healthcare!” So my dad called them and said, “Hey, my daughter is a FULL-TIME STUDENT, give her back her medical coverage.” And they said “Okay, we will turn back on her medical coverage.” At which point I sent them aforementioned letter from my college. Anyway, I did send them this letter, but now they’re still INVOICING ME, even though I’m a FULL-TIME STUDENT and as such, don’t really have time to deal with this shit.
However, my dad assures me he will call and make sure that they got the letter and the invoice and the letter just crossed paths. In the mail. Because the mail, it takes time to get places?
Why is it so complicated to get my health cared for while in university in a country with A WORLD-RENOWNED REPUTATION FOR ITS HEALTHCARE SYSTEM?

The Stress has come early this year, and I can’t really see myself dealing with this kind of intensity for the next eight weeks without alienating everyone I know by losing my shit for no good reason and constantly talking about how much work I have to do. Alex has already been proving himself a saintly saint of saintitude for putting up with Crazy McCrazed from Crazytown, for which I have tried to repay him with hot cocoa made the proper way, but I fear that is a poor substitution his normal, less crazed girlfriend. I kind of feel like saying “Hey, universe, you’ve got to be really nice to me for the next eight weeks beause I’m going through a STRESSFUL TIME and I need your entire collective population to be SENSITIVE to that,” but I’m not yet so crazed that I don’t know that people who expect the world to adjust to their rough times and bad moods are narcissists in the bad way (as opposed to the good way, like people who have blogs are).

Actually, I don’t really have it so tough. I just remembered something.
Next time I complain, remind me that I get to school and WATCH MOVIES FOR MY GRADES.

I’m so glad we had this talk.