that perfect hand…

In Ocean's 11, Danny said that "the house always wins. If you play long enough, never change the stakes, then the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet big… and then, you take the house." Here's the hand I've been dealt, sometimes it's risky and sometimes it's safe, but all the time… it's perfect. It's mine.



Guess WHAT?

Only one month and three weeks until I go home for the summer holidays. I know you’re extremely excited for me. I feel like these next few weeks are going to be nothing but work work work and somehow, it’s ok. Just knowing I am going home seems to keep the perma-smile on my face.

Now, for a little anechdote. I have two midterms on Tuesday. And a paper due. Tuesday. Yep. So it’s Sunday, and I decided to go to church and apr├ęs, study and write my day away. Well, I was sitting at the kitchen table that’s in my room, doubling as a desk, and my eyes kept wandering towards the window. It’s Chinooking: it’s a gorgeous, beautiful, fantastic, warm day here in Calgary today, and I desperately would rather be playing catch with the guys (or tackle football, whatever is the option du jour) than be studying ethics or writing about Ocean’s 11 (my paper’s topic).

So, in typical Kate form (those of you who know me can attest to what happens next) I decided to pack up my books and go outside. I heard my roommate and boyfriend come into the house, so rather than go upstairs and have to make small talk (there for debilitating my focus on my studies) I decided to climb out the window. Yes. I climbed out the window. Probably the most unattractive thing (thankfully, I live in a gated retirement community). Once I climbed slash fell out the window, I realized my hoodie and sweats (which I ripped a huge hole in the process) might’ve been a little too much so I took them off, right in the middle of the yard (which is shared by the two other villas). I sat down, back to the fence, when I just felt the water seaping through my shorts. Only it wasn’t water, it was mud. Long story short, I folded my sweatpants to sit on and within 2 minutes they were soaked and, after bearing the discomfort for about 10 mins (wet rear; no sunglasses; wet notebook), I pondered and then went inside. I tried climbing through the window but my roomie saw me in HER window… so I used the back door instead.

I guess there is morale in a picnic table. But YAY for the Chinook. +

And for those of you concerned, I won’t know until next Monday if my boyfriend is incarcerated again. Stupid court and law.

Anyways, here’s my rally to show my support of my old home town…

Smithers made it into the Top 5! You have until March 16th to vote Smithers as Hockeyville: