The Chantastic Blog

Remember when I noticed a while back that someone from school had de-friended me on Facebook? Well, it’s happened again, and again I found out when I clicked on that person’s name, only to discover that I indeed had been removed from the person’s list of friends. This de-friending is much less confusing to me than the first one, as I have a pretty good idea why it happened. Everybody at school initially adds each other on Facebook in the rush to meet everyone, but after a year and a half you discover that you don’t have much in common with some of the people you added. Some people feel more strongly about this than others, hence the need for some to start de-friending. I’m completely fine with this, and to be honest, I’m rather intrigued by the whole de-friending process because I now see an opportunity to amuse myself. To make things extremely awkward for the other person, I think I’m going to go out of my way to talk to people who have de-friended me.

Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve been asked by three different people whether I’ve lost weight. Honestly, I have no idea because I never weigh myself. However, it does make sense because my pants have been rather loose. Of course, my infamous refusal to wear belts is making things rather awkward, as that leaves me hiking my pants up all the time. If I’m walking around with my hands in my pocket, it’s not because I want to - it’s because I’m using my hands to keep my pants up.

A four week stint in Edmonton eating my mom’s famous home cookin’ should fatten me up pretty good, however.

Speaking of which, I’ve been told by my friends Maritimes and Pussycats that they’ve enjoyed the recent Betty stories. Here’s another classic Betty anecdote:

My mom, being a typical mom, always asks me what I want to eat when I go home to visit, knowing that I haven’t eaten her cookin’ for a while. The other day, as part of my classic procrastination during exams, I decided to e-mail her a list of things I wanted her to cook for me (by the way, it’s not really being spoiled when I know I’m being spoiled and appreciate that fact - this is what I’ve convinced myself, anyway). But me being the idiot that I am and looking for ways to avoid studying, I also included a list of things I didn’t want to eat, a list of things for her to do (including fixing the broken zipper on my pants), and a list of things I want her to buy so I can bring them back to Toronto.

For some reason, I forgot that this was Betty I was dealing with. Her response to my e-mail? To send me a list of tasks that she wanted me to do when I came back to Edmonton, which wound up being about twice as long as my list.

I can’t act like I didn’t deserve it, because I totally did. Well played, Betty, well played.

I have a 25-page law paper and a final slide deck project due next week. I haven’t started writing either, so I’m obviously concerned. Given that my exams ended on Friday and a big party for school was also happening on Friday, I decided it would probably be a good idea if I didn’t go.

So I promised myself I wouldn’t go out on Friday night.

But then I was told that people would be going early to have dinner. Opening my fridge, I saw that I didn’t have many options for food, and I wasn’t going to do any work on Friday night anyway. I might as well go and grab a quick bite to eat, mingle for a bit, and then go home. Drinking probably wasn’t a good idea since I never sleep well afterwards, and I’d want my brain functioning optimally to work on those two projects.

So I promised myself I wouldn’t drink at dinner.

But then at the pub, everybody else who was already there were at least one or two drinks deep. Keep in mind, it was 7:30 when we arrived. Then everybody at my table ordered alcohol to go with their meal, and next thing I know, our table is doing shots, and I’m actively volunteering to do Jägerbombs (it was probably fortunate that this never came to fruition). But I figure that if I go home early, the alcohol will wear off and I’ll be able to sleep well enough to work on my paper the next day.

So I promised myself that I would leave by 11 PM.

But then people kept on asking me why I didn’t have a drink, so I went to get another rum and coke. This, of course, is a bad idea, since my Asian-driven limit is 2.5 drinks, and if I do the math (drink at dinner + shot + another rum and coke = 3), it doesn’t work out in my favor. Throw in how I only slept for 4 hours the night before, and this is really not a good idea. I eventually get home, look at the clock, and it reads 1:27. I really need to work tomorrow instead of slumming around.

So I promised myself that I wouldn’t procrastinate the next morning.

Right now, it’s 12:30 PM, I’ve been up for three hours, I’m still in my pajamas, and the only productive things I’ve done are think about what I’m going to have for lunch, plan my afternoon nap, and write this blog post…

The other day, I continued my epic procrastination of studying for my exams by typing up a note that I won’t be sending for four months. Seriously. Four months.

It’s 10:30 AM, and I’m already headed for a nap.

My logic?

I’m not mentally prepared to study right now.

My cousin recently got married, but I was unable to attend because it was in Mexico and I couldn’t justify skipping school to go (which I now regret, for the record). Naturally, my cousin just sent out an e-mail with a link to her wedding pictures. All 375 of them. My initial reaction?

“Nice! I didn’t plan on having an impromptu procrastination session from studying right now, but I’m always flexible.”

On a side note, there are waaaaay too many Facebook pictures of the wedding where my mom is either doing shots or dancing.

I just realized that I was Facebook de-friended by someone at school, and I have no idea why or when it happened - it could have been yesterday, it could have been months ago. I wouldn’t have even noticed, except there was a list of people for something (I don’t even remember if it was a group, an event, or what), and next to this person’s name, it said I could add this person as a friend. Of course, since we had been Facebook friends before, this struck me as extremely odd. So I clicked on this person’s name - perhaps this person cleaned up the friends list and cut down the people that aren’t close friends - yet we still shared nearly 100 friends. Interesting. I don’t know this person that well, but anytime I see this person, we appear to be on friendly terms. But apparently not on friendly enough terms to be Facebook friends.

This is the second time I’ve noticed this happen to me. The first time, it was a friend of a friend who I didn’t know very well. The thing is, I wasn’t de-friended until after she started playing on my co-ed ball hockey team. She waited until we started playing together to do it, but still acted normally and talked to me like nothing was wrong. It was bizarre.

And who knows how many other people have de-friended me without me noticing…

I wonder if this happens to everyone.