Time will ease the pain. Love will heal the heart.

More woolgathering....

7. The dictionary defines woolgathering as fanciful daydreaming. Think about this would you want to do anything normally...
"Oh What are you doing?"
"Daydreaming"
Boring...boring...boring. Now the other senerio.....
"Oh What are you doing?"
"Fancifully daydreaming."
That brings about so much more thinks to discuss....like what are you dreaming about....it also brings about that it's positive. You're not plotting to murder anyone you're only thinking lovely frilly thoughts. Therefore I think woolgathering is much better than the alternative.

There that's it I promise I won't write anymore....Okay I can't promise that but I promise not to think about woolgathering anymore. I believe in the long run it'll be better for all of us.

So I've had a lot of time off lately as many of you know. So what do I do with this time I read or as I like to call research for my novel *chuckle* The stuff I'm reading has nothing to do with the type of novel I'm writing. The last few books have been mostly regency romances. I love historical fiction but the Regency romance has to be the best of them. I haven't found an era that is much better. Napoleon is either raging across Europe or is soundly defeated and England is the be all and end all of the world. The purpose of this entry is to discuss the merits of what many Regency contemporaries refer to as "woolgathering". This would be today’s version of staring off into space, or just plain old thinking. After seeing it used in almost all the stories, I see the merit of this term due to many different points.

1. Wool gatherer is the title of the job someone would get if they were to gather wool. This job title implies work and work implies that you’re actually doing something productive. Now for this example I’ll use today’s “thinking and staring into space” while some going to space or studying space is a job…staring into it is not. Therefore no work is implied. Therefore whatever you are doing while you’re staring into space is not productive. This leads to the conclusion that woolgathering is more productive form of thinking that staring into space.

2. Woolgathering sounds more romantic than staring into space

3. When one is woolgathering in the Regency era a person could be thinking about anything from sex to table settings. Ladies could hide their thoughts about sex behind the proprietary thoughts they were supposed to be having. Nowadays it’s all about sex no matter what black look one has while thinking when caught the person doing the catching always assumes it about sex and not the deeper matters of society. *okay I know that I am forcing my opinions upon this but that’s why it’s called an opinion piece people. Also my teachers never use always because on can never be certain that it will ALWAYS be the case. But screw them I’m not getting marked for this crap*

4. Well I don’t have a four. So straight on to five because it makes my list look longer.

5. Woolgathering is one distinct action whereas today’s thinking and staring off into space is two distinct actions both can occur without the other. Therefore woolgathering gains merit because it is a more succinct term and covers more human actions.

6. I would quite frankly rather be caught woolgathering than any of today’s colloquial terms. Therefore, I think that it has merit and should be brought back into use. I can’t stop using it. I woolgather quite a lot frankly so if you ever catching with a far away spacey look in my eyes I’m woolgathering not thinking and staring off into space

This may have not made any sense to you but it has made perfect sense to my convoluted and demented brain. I just needed to get it off my chest. So whether or not you agree or disagree or even if you don’t understand at all try to bring the term woolgathering back into everyday use in the English language.

So maybe putting the ideas of my novel on here aren't the greatest idea. So from now on I'm not going to talk about it anymore. So onto other subjects. Did you know there are authors out there writing sequels to Pride and Prejudice? I mean the one Mr. Darcy takes a wife is supposedly just soft core porn.......who wouldn't want to day dream about MR. DARCY! but seriously who got a book contract and actually published this one it is not good, not good at all. I've pretty much had a busy week of laying in the backyard reading in my hamock!!! I mean other than not getting paid and being laid off this is great! I'm looking for a new job, but not very hard right now. I've already sent out 4 resumes since Friday so I think that's a good showing so far. But since I've been spending so much time outside that means I actually have some colour...I mean I'm not brown or anything but darker than my normal stark white! Nothing exciting has really happened so I don't really have any more information to send out. But I hope everyone who has exams now is doing well and I can't wait for all my girls to move back home!

Laid off and nothing to do. Well maybe not exactly nothing. Not only am I reading anything I can get my hands on with a verosity that amuses and angers everyone around me. But now I have decided that I want to write again. Ideas are flowing through my mind at a rapid pace. It doesn't have a name yet but that's the least of my worries. Stupid hot men yelling at exasterbating females in my head. STUPID VOICES! But this is a stupid idea about a NASCAR driver and a beaten down PR rep who just happens to be related to his boss. Nathan Coolridge and Madison Quintel are in for a terrible time. If I could even explain the plot and "funniness" that will ensue between these two. I'm trying to write chapter one as we speak. I haven't had this much imagination and creativity in a long while. We all know that I haven't written anything good in a long long long time...my essays for university were not what I good....at least since early in my first year. Now I don't know if I'll be posting it on here I truly doubt it. And it may take me a long time to actually write it because I'm thinking that one I get through the introduction bit of this story that I'm actually going to HAVE to actually plot out what I'm going to do so I don't get too far off track. But all I have to say is not only things heating up between Madison and Nathan but she's also got ex-boss/ex-boyfriend/ex-problem Lark Shaw (Hollywood heartthrob who wants to use his laisons with Madison as a headline getter) and fellow NASCAR driver, Kurt Comb (who Madison dates while she's merely having sex with Nathan). So little does Madison or Nathan know that they were meant for each other. Everyone loves a good romance.

Do you know how hard it is to learn this one seemingly simple lesson?

I learned over the past week that it is actually pretty hard. Don't start to freak out there is nothing worng with me. I'm prefectly fine so no need to worry.

But loss came into my life on Febuary 15th and has caused me to rethink a few things. It wasn't a big loss but any loss no matter the size leaves an impact upon ones life. While on a field trip with his high school students the best darn geography teacher in the world collapsed never to regain consciousness. Born May 26, 1965 Mr. Tim Walker, who left his impact on countless lives, had his cut short on Febuary 15th, 2006. He will be sorely missed by not only his current students but the countless former students whom remember him fondly.

So please everyone today take some time to read a National Geographic (and not because you're in trouble) and remember Mr. Walker.

Yeah sorry about not updating in a while it has been due to a couple of reasons. I've been busy working and the other excuse I mean reason would be that I haven't had anything to say. Nothing really exciting has occurred in the last few weeks.

My new job is going okay I mean it's boring and they keep making me do projects that I wasn't hired to do. This will likely either extend my contract with the company or will not cause me to have a layoff due to the fact that I'm done the first part of my job before the second wave of stuff appears in late March.

The thing I miss the most is contact with other human beings who are around my age. I work with Nancy, a 66 year old Scottish retiree and Bobby Joe a 30-something mother of 3. Then I come home to sit around with may parents. There is nothing really wrong with that but I guess I kind of miss contact with others my age. There is nothing like discussing the prospects of dating with a 66 year old who doesn't understand the new dating world or your mom. I am not going to talk about violating a delicatible man with either of them.

I'm itching to go somewhere, anywhere. I yearn for adventure and I know exactly the trip in mind. I won't be taking it until late March first week in April because I have commitments on the weekend between now and then but I hear Halifax calling my name. Can't you hear it? Okay maybe it's not Halifax but a certain violatible man who we all know and love. I deserve a vacation. Maybe I can convince him that Florida is better than Halifax? Hawaii? Cancun? Punta Canna? But we all know how I am at taking risks. I don't take them. Who knows maybe a new Shannon is about to blume due to the fact that she is just soooo freakin bored.

Well that's all for now.

PS- You know you're working to much when you dream that you're doing it! AHHHHHH

For the first time in while stuff is actually happening to me. I mean not that stuff doesn't happen to me. I mean I do actually live a life and go to school and such but what I mean is newsworthy stuff. I'm writing my Diplomacy paper I started it on Wednesday and as of right now I have I'm on the 9th of a minimum of 15. Yesterday I didn't think I would have enough but I might actually make it considering I still have two ideas and a conclusion left to write. The only problem is I really don't want to have to proofread this essay. It's going to be hell. Oh well if I make myself do it then I might be able to send it off to T for her to read it over. She offered and I'm not sure I'm going to burden her with that but I mean it would be an extra set of eyes looking at this paper which is 40% of my mark.

I have 18 days left of school, 2 essays, 2 take homes and 3 exams left and then I'm officially done my undergraduate degree. Scary very very scary as I'm not ready to give up school and get a real job. But my aunts did say it was time. Yup that's right at thanksgiving they asked me what I would be doing in January I said getting a temporary job and applying for more school. They said why are you doing that shouldn't you be getting a real job. Then they added in about the fact that I failed out of my first program, English. Which is soooooo not true, I only switched to history a) because I find it more interesting b) it doesn't change it will always stay basically the same and c) I was getting better marks in it. I mean A's and B's are ten times better than C's and D's. But to them I'm a failure because I didn't complete what I originally went to school for. But some of my aunts fail to look at their own children one who didn't even complete a year of college and another who only apprenticed. I guess I'm not so bad and that I shouldn't listen to them considering I'm going to be the first Derkachenko/Morris in Canada who is going to have a University degree and I guess that means something. But it still hurts a little to have them think that I'm a failure. I know I should stop belly aching over this but I need people many many people to assure me that I'm not a failure. Actually I just want my aunts to take back the failure remark I think that's the only way to get over this.

Anyways moving on from one of my many issues on to the best news of all. I got a car. Yup me a car. I love it and I haven't even seen it. Both my mom and dad have driven it. Even my aunt has driven it but not me. Nope I won't get to see it for at least a week if I go home and longer if I don't go home before my exams start.

Classes are almost over so for two weeks I won't know what to do with myself and then its home to try and get a job and make something of myself. It's really too bad that when you write historian into the job bank that something doesn't pop up that says "shannon's perfect job"
I went in to talk to the grad head for history yesterday to discuss what I was thinking about doing. She said that it was a good idea, I could look at it as a form of propaganda, and its effect on Windsor. Or through it I could see the war effort in Windsor. Much much could be done with this idea.

Sarah is having her operation today. I hope everything goes well. Sarah you're in my thoughts! Pull through!

Well that's all for now I can't really think of anything else to write. That doesn't mean stuff hasn't happened to me. But I'll take another break from writing my essay to procrastinate by writing another story on here soon.

That's what I've been doing while trying to write my essay, which I'm trying to do while thinking over the boys impossibly loud music. Now you may ask yourself what am I considering. Well good question actually. It's a very interesting story. Trust me. I'm considering applying to grad school. Because quiet frankly I'm not done with school yet and they won't let you get a second degree in history. So my only other option besides getting a different degree and going to teachers college (which I already applied for) would be to go to grad school. I've thought about topics and they're interesting, I've already discussed them with some other people. But my problem is am I good enough for grad school? Do I have a chance even applying. I suppose asking you guys isn't that great as you have no more of a clue than I do. I suppose I have to get over myself grow a spine and go in and talk to Dr. Wright about it. That's the only way I will truly know if I stand a chance. I think it would be exciting but I'm not sure that the learning style is for me. Or more importantly the work and final product. I mean who can really write a 60 page paper. But all I have to say is thank god for major paper and not thesis which run upwards of 150 pages. I don't know what to do your opinions would be greatly appreciated. Tell me if I suck or not. Thanks back to the essay 7 of 10 pages but we all know that it's not going to be that short.

This girl who sits near me in English class, came into class today. Gave a note to a guy at the front class. Now I wouldn't think this was weird except all she said was "here" and turned and left and the confused look on his face was priceless. He had no idea who she was or what it was for. The reason I felt like I was in high school was because she comes back and tries to act non-challant talking about her new jacket. But she says to her friend "Tell me if the girls are peaking at it?" Her back was to him. I was like geez I know you're graduating in April I think passing notes is a little juvinile. I know she recently broke up with her boyfriend but I mean seriously passing notes in class. I can't believe I witnesses such an act. I'm 23 freaking years old and I feel like I'm not. I feel I need to do something that's not high schoolish. Can't think of anything exciting at the momment so I guess the only think I can do is go write an essay. That sucks but it's the only think I can think of doing.

I know, I know. But I'm writing another essay that I don't want to do. I mean I should be writing it. But I don't want to so instead for a couple of minutes I'm going to write on here.

This will be title BUS EXPERIENCES!

When normally travelling any where in this city by bus you have to transfer at least once. Therefore on a trip to the mall and back one has to take 4 separate buses. Now one must think about the odds of having a waked out bus ride on any one of those buses. I give it about a 20% chance of having a weird experience. Therefore on only one of the four buses should you be a. worried for you life b. worried about the police showing up c. worried about the bus stopping to kick of a wacko thereby making you late. Well ladies and gentlemen my mall trip yesterday with Jen resulted in count them 3 out of 4 buses having out of this world experiences on the. That's 75% of the time I couldn't stop laughing or was worried for my personal safety. The only one out of the 4 bus trips that didn't result in this was the first bus, it started off nicely but then it all went downhill from there.

Bus #2 of 4 - These two mom's got into it over the fact the one mom wouldn't fold her stroller. This mom was blocking the aisle way so not only were people unable to get to the empty back of the bus but people were also unable to get off the bus except out the front which was crowded. Names were called, statistics flung around the bus (not fists the other mom was telling the lady which town she would be unable to ride the bus with her stroller), Bitches were also called out. Now you think this terrifying experience would stop but NO the lady that wouldn't fold her stroller nearly dumps her child out of it when she's getting off the bus. Scary shit. Baby's okay but I don't think I will ever be

Bus #3 of 4 – We’re almost at the end of this bus ride when some guy gets on and even though there are seats available stands right next to the bus driver. This ticks some guy off because he is standing over the yellow line, which means the bus is not supposed to operate. This guy because to tell everyone this. The bus driver yells at him to get off the bus if he has an issue. The guy doesn’t and proceeds to talk about how he’s non-confrontational. Then he spouts off something about Jews. I didn’t understand at all. All I knew is that I wanted to get off that bus more than I had wanted anything else in the world.

Bus #4 of 4 – The best one of them all. The bus driver nearly runs a guy over. The guy was trying to cross the road and literally walked out in front of the bus. Brakes were slammed, horns were honked and tires squealed. I was worried not only for my safety but my mentality if we actually hit the guy. I was also worried about the safety of the other around me.

Those are my experiences I will think twice about ever taking the bus in this city ever again.