Current mood:ponderous
I realised today that the Louis Comfort Tiffany exhibit is finishing at the Seattle Art Museum on Tuesday. This is a problem. I really, really want to see that exhibit, but it's, like, a bad weekend to do a last minute trip to the US. I mean, I have my passport so that's not the problem. And I still have some US cash lying around. I even have the time. But... it's just sort of crazy to decide to do a solo daytrip to Seattle on the spur of the moment, isn't it?
Wait. Did I say crazy?
My friend lived in Arizona for a while and said that, around New Years, there was a lot of random gunfire because people like shooting guns at New Years. I've got the teeniest suspicion that Seattle could be the same. You know, it's like another world...
Is it even possible to do a daytrip to Seattle on the bus?
Currently watching:
The Kids in the Hall - Complete Season 1 (1989-1990)
Release date: 27 April, 2004
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Friday, December 30, 2005
hairy situation
Current mood:somewhat bored
There's this woman at work who may or may not have gotten a hair transplant. Like, before Christmas there was significantly less hair than there is today. My friend said it's just permed, but perms don't give you twice as much hair, do they? How does one go about confirming whether someone got a hair transplant or just a wig?
Why do I care? I have no idea.
You're right. It's none of my business. Note to self: be less concerned with others.
Have you see The Little Buzzers Podcast? So cute! Seriously. Up there with Teen Girl Squad. And I'm not just saying that because one looks extremely phallic.
By the way, you look sooo makey-outy.
Currently reading:
The Hip Handbag Book: 25 Easy to Make Totes, Purses and Bags
By Sherri Haab
Release date: 15 September, 2004
There's this woman at work who may or may not have gotten a hair transplant. Like, before Christmas there was significantly less hair than there is today. My friend said it's just permed, but perms don't give you twice as much hair, do they? How does one go about confirming whether someone got a hair transplant or just a wig?
Why do I care? I have no idea.
You're right. It's none of my business. Note to self: be less concerned with others.
Have you see The Little Buzzers Podcast? So cute! Seriously. Up there with Teen Girl Squad. And I'm not just saying that because one looks extremely phallic.
By the way, you look sooo makey-outy.
Currently reading:
The Hip Handbag Book: 25 Easy to Make Totes, Purses and Bags
By Sherri Haab
Release date: 15 September, 2004
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
poor planning
Current mood: remorseful
Boxing week sale at Scratch, and I already spent my Christmas money. Damn. Life is unfair.
Currently listening:
Our Thickness
By Russian Futurists
Release date: 03 May, 2005
Boxing week sale at Scratch, and I already spent my Christmas money. Damn. Life is unfair.
Currently listening:
Our Thickness
By Russian Futurists
Release date: 03 May, 2005
Monday, December 26, 2005
whew, it's over
Current mood: relieved/somewhat let down
Just back from my parents' house this afternoon. Visiting is hard work.
It's distressing to see what's happened to my hometown. All these enormous apartment complexes are popping up along the beaches and throughout town. They're all pretty ugly and poorly made. And cost almost as much as an apartment in Vancouver. Seriously. Progress isn't necessarily a good thing, and 8 storey apartments in a town where you aren't supposed to build over 3 or 4 (the firetrucks can't reach above 3 storeys) is obviously greedy. It would be easier to see the town fall apart if I didn't know that people on town council are getting paid off to give permits to their buddies to build and then getting further kickbacks when the projects are finished. But, alas; this is progress.
I also have a feeling that my parents' neighbours are the friends of a new friend who mentioned having friends there. What are the odds? I've never seen them and I'm not positive, but from the info gleaned from my parents it seems plausible.
I saw some guys from high school and was pleased that the one still does cheek kisses when greeting girls. I wish I could say it's just because it's me, but it's cultural; he's Portuguese. I do wish more people would double cheek kiss. When I lived in Japan and hung out with the Brazilians, it was awesome to meet new people because they would all cheek kiss and you'd instantly feel more comfortable and familiar. And the same during my French homestay. Maybe it's time to adopt it daily. Everyone likes being kissed, don't they?
Currently watching:
It's All Gone Pete Tong
Release date: 20 September, 2005
Just back from my parents' house this afternoon. Visiting is hard work.
It's distressing to see what's happened to my hometown. All these enormous apartment complexes are popping up along the beaches and throughout town. They're all pretty ugly and poorly made. And cost almost as much as an apartment in Vancouver. Seriously. Progress isn't necessarily a good thing, and 8 storey apartments in a town where you aren't supposed to build over 3 or 4 (the firetrucks can't reach above 3 storeys) is obviously greedy. It would be easier to see the town fall apart if I didn't know that people on town council are getting paid off to give permits to their buddies to build and then getting further kickbacks when the projects are finished. But, alas; this is progress.
I also have a feeling that my parents' neighbours are the friends of a new friend who mentioned having friends there. What are the odds? I've never seen them and I'm not positive, but from the info gleaned from my parents it seems plausible.
I saw some guys from high school and was pleased that the one still does cheek kisses when greeting girls. I wish I could say it's just because it's me, but it's cultural; he's Portuguese. I do wish more people would double cheek kiss. When I lived in Japan and hung out with the Brazilians, it was awesome to meet new people because they would all cheek kiss and you'd instantly feel more comfortable and familiar. And the same during my French homestay. Maybe it's time to adopt it daily. Everyone likes being kissed, don't they?
Currently watching:
It's All Gone Pete Tong
Release date: 20 September, 2005
give us a break, give us a break
I listened to "Teenland" today and, holy crap, I love that song. My friend Geraldine can do that dance, including the squat, and I'm amazed every time. If I could find someone nearby who could do that... well, that would just be dope. Dear Northern Pikes: please get on that bandwagon that Honeymoon Suite, Glass Tiger, Loverboy, April Wine, etc. have jumped on and fuckin' tour already.
Also, I bought lilac coloured Dragons today and I'm worried I look like a sissy.
Also, I bought lilac coloured Dragons today and I'm worried I look like a sissy.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
job offer
Current mood:tired on a sugar high
I still have presents to buy and no time to do it. Anyone want to be a personal shopper for me? I will treat you badly and require you to buy the gifts with your own money, after which I will take the gifts and promise to "pay you back later." I reserve the right to come back later and confront you on why you bought a certain thing because I obviously wouldn't buy something so tacky/expensive/nice/etc. for that particular person and you should know that. Additionally, I expect them to be wrapped in paper that I would like, but you have to intrinsically know what I would like because I don't have the time to tell you. They should be wrapped well but not too well because I want the receivers to think I wrapped them and, while I'm an excellent wrapper, I tend to get lazy during the holidays, so you must, on your own, figure out how well I could wrap while being lazy and do that. If you don't you will have to re-wrap until it looks right. For this simple task I would pay you in minty chocolate and brandy beans. Tempting?
Currently reading:
The Secret Mulroney Tapes: Unguarded Confessions of a Prime Minister
By Peter C. Newman
Release date: 12 September, 2005
I still have presents to buy and no time to do it. Anyone want to be a personal shopper for me? I will treat you badly and require you to buy the gifts with your own money, after which I will take the gifts and promise to "pay you back later." I reserve the right to come back later and confront you on why you bought a certain thing because I obviously wouldn't buy something so tacky/expensive/nice/etc. for that particular person and you should know that. Additionally, I expect them to be wrapped in paper that I would like, but you have to intrinsically know what I would like because I don't have the time to tell you. They should be wrapped well but not too well because I want the receivers to think I wrapped them and, while I'm an excellent wrapper, I tend to get lazy during the holidays, so you must, on your own, figure out how well I could wrap while being lazy and do that. If you don't you will have to re-wrap until it looks right. For this simple task I would pay you in minty chocolate and brandy beans. Tempting?
Currently reading:
The Secret Mulroney Tapes: Unguarded Confessions of a Prime Minister
By Peter C. Newman
Release date: 12 September, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
tipsy
Current mood: how many drinks was that?
Tonight I went out with my best friend from high school. We haven't hung out much since I moved back to Vancouver and it was something I felt bad about, but didn't do too much to remedy. She sent a Christmas card and I called to see if she wanted to meet up for dinner or something to catch up. It was awkward at first, but by the time we went for drinks it had gotten significantly easier and we discovered that we're going through a lot of the same stuff.
It got me wondering if it's the age in general that makes people sort of introspective about stuff or if, because of our similar childhood, we are following a specific path set out based on our shared experiences and circumstances that scarred us.
What I appreciate most about encounters like this is that it isn't that hard to fall into a level of comfort with certain people. Like, I've known her since kindergarten, and we should be completely different and there is no reason why we should get along, but we can fall back into friendship with very little effort. I wish it were so easy with everyone.
Whenever people tell me I shouldn't bother with Christmas cards (since they sorta stress me out generally), I think of these times when I can reconnect with someone with such a small, simple gesture. It puts me into the holiday mood so much more than the decorations or Christmas music. That and generous pints of beer.
Did I mention I slipped on wet tile at the Skytrain, causing blood to flow from my hand? Crap.
Currently listening:
Girls Can Tell
By Spoon
Release date: 20 February, 2001
Tonight I went out with my best friend from high school. We haven't hung out much since I moved back to Vancouver and it was something I felt bad about, but didn't do too much to remedy. She sent a Christmas card and I called to see if she wanted to meet up for dinner or something to catch up. It was awkward at first, but by the time we went for drinks it had gotten significantly easier and we discovered that we're going through a lot of the same stuff.
It got me wondering if it's the age in general that makes people sort of introspective about stuff or if, because of our similar childhood, we are following a specific path set out based on our shared experiences and circumstances that scarred us.
What I appreciate most about encounters like this is that it isn't that hard to fall into a level of comfort with certain people. Like, I've known her since kindergarten, and we should be completely different and there is no reason why we should get along, but we can fall back into friendship with very little effort. I wish it were so easy with everyone.
Whenever people tell me I shouldn't bother with Christmas cards (since they sorta stress me out generally), I think of these times when I can reconnect with someone with such a small, simple gesture. It puts me into the holiday mood so much more than the decorations or Christmas music. That and generous pints of beer.
Did I mention I slipped on wet tile at the Skytrain, causing blood to flow from my hand? Crap.
Currently listening:
Girls Can Tell
By Spoon
Release date: 20 February, 2001
Saturday, December 17, 2005
is it possible to o.d. on bacon?
Current mood: pained
I am so unwell right now. I ate so much bacon and sugar that my belly is angry. Really angry. It's bitch-slapping me from the inside. It was all because of the bacon Christmas party my friends planned, a good cause. I walked away with a Napoleon Dynamite illustration that Nathan drew and coloured (totally cool) and a coloured pyrex bowl.
Can I tell you how much I LOVE coloured pyrex?! I love it. I would marry it if it were emotionally available.
But my belly hurts and I don't have any ginger or anything fizzy, so I suffer in relative silence. Maybe it's time to drink some milk. Or tea. And I still have bacon in the fridge that I couldn't cook fast enough to take with. I'll probably forget in a day or so and have bacon & tomato sandwiches. Mmmm, that sounds good...
Currently watching:
The Sound of Music (40th Anniversary Edition)
Release date: 15 November, 2005
I am so unwell right now. I ate so much bacon and sugar that my belly is angry. Really angry. It's bitch-slapping me from the inside. It was all because of the bacon Christmas party my friends planned, a good cause. I walked away with a Napoleon Dynamite illustration that Nathan drew and coloured (totally cool) and a coloured pyrex bowl.
Can I tell you how much I LOVE coloured pyrex?! I love it. I would marry it if it were emotionally available.
But my belly hurts and I don't have any ginger or anything fizzy, so I suffer in relative silence. Maybe it's time to drink some milk. Or tea. And I still have bacon in the fridge that I couldn't cook fast enough to take with. I'll probably forget in a day or so and have bacon & tomato sandwiches. Mmmm, that sounds good...
Currently watching:
The Sound of Music (40th Anniversary Edition)
Release date: 15 November, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
like a sponge
Current mood: don't ask
My coworker gave me SpongeBob SquarePants Christmas decorations today and I LOVE them. We had a 15-minute conversation about past episodes we've seen and it was fairly indepth. I realised that I must like SBSP way more than I consciously know because I know more than is normal to know about him. It freaked me out a bit because, like, kids with soft skulls and low IQs like him.
I feel somewhat undead today, assuming the undead feel anything at all except the longing for brains. It seems like my body doesn't mind running on 6 hours sleep, but 5 hours... forget about it. It might have actually been less than 5 hours, but, at this point, it hardly matters. If I needed to operate heavy machinery I'm not sure I could do that with a clear conscience.
Do you know any good bacon recipes? I have to bring bacon to the Second Annual Bacon Christmas Party tomorrow and can't think of any creative ways to prepare bacon dishes. Ways that are tasty, I mean. And I already know about the almond/date/bacon one, so give me something new to work on. Thanks.
Currently reading:
Life's a Bitch: The Bitchy Bitch Chronicles
By Roberta Gregory
Release date: 31 July, 2005
My coworker gave me SpongeBob SquarePants Christmas decorations today and I LOVE them. We had a 15-minute conversation about past episodes we've seen and it was fairly indepth. I realised that I must like SBSP way more than I consciously know because I know more than is normal to know about him. It freaked me out a bit because, like, kids with soft skulls and low IQs like him.
I feel somewhat undead today, assuming the undead feel anything at all except the longing for brains. It seems like my body doesn't mind running on 6 hours sleep, but 5 hours... forget about it. It might have actually been less than 5 hours, but, at this point, it hardly matters. If I needed to operate heavy machinery I'm not sure I could do that with a clear conscience.
Do you know any good bacon recipes? I have to bring bacon to the Second Annual Bacon Christmas Party tomorrow and can't think of any creative ways to prepare bacon dishes. Ways that are tasty, I mean. And I already know about the almond/date/bacon one, so give me something new to work on. Thanks.
Currently reading:
Life's a Bitch: The Bitchy Bitch Chronicles
By Roberta Gregory
Release date: 31 July, 2005
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
how to be inappropriate
Current mood: offensive/offended
At work, all the departments send out Christmas cards, often related to the type of work they do. Most of them are dull black-and-white photocopies of some sort of lame clip art. These "cards" suck ass. My department hadn't put anything together so my co-worker was informally assigned the task of making something.
She was stumped so I gave her something I found on my friend's page. It was Christmasy, but when we put it together she wasn't sure if people would think it tasteless. It had OJ Simpson holding a Christmas ham with a selection of dinner items and a big grin on his face with the caption "Christmas fits me like a glove"... and put a note inside about us being tastefully entertaining. Everyone who saw it laughed like crazy. Some said they weren't sure all recipients would appreciate our humour. It was axed by our department head. I was sorta pissed because I was offended by the shitty cards we got and no one stopped those from being sent out. With no other choice and a slight grudge, I put something else together.
I found a photo of Jackie Chan fake-biting the pudgy cheek of a small child. The caption: "What are you eating this holiday season?" Lame, yes. Some could call it offensive, sure. But when you don't let me send out OJ this is the shit you get. For some reason this was still deemed offensive, but less so than the previous card. I expect someone is going to be offended regardless, but, really, what do they expect? We're degenerates.
Currently listening:
Christmas Album
By Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass
Release date: 18 October, 2005
At work, all the departments send out Christmas cards, often related to the type of work they do. Most of them are dull black-and-white photocopies of some sort of lame clip art. These "cards" suck ass. My department hadn't put anything together so my co-worker was informally assigned the task of making something.
She was stumped so I gave her something I found on my friend's page. It was Christmasy, but when we put it together she wasn't sure if people would think it tasteless. It had OJ Simpson holding a Christmas ham with a selection of dinner items and a big grin on his face with the caption "Christmas fits me like a glove"... and put a note inside about us being tastefully entertaining. Everyone who saw it laughed like crazy. Some said they weren't sure all recipients would appreciate our humour. It was axed by our department head. I was sorta pissed because I was offended by the shitty cards we got and no one stopped those from being sent out. With no other choice and a slight grudge, I put something else together.
I found a photo of Jackie Chan fake-biting the pudgy cheek of a small child. The caption: "What are you eating this holiday season?" Lame, yes. Some could call it offensive, sure. But when you don't let me send out OJ this is the shit you get. For some reason this was still deemed offensive, but less so than the previous card. I expect someone is going to be offended regardless, but, really, what do they expect? We're degenerates.
Currently listening:
Christmas Album
By Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass
Release date: 18 October, 2005
Sunday, December 11, 2005
weak willed
Current mood: pain in the necky
I gave in to my urges and bought eggnog. And I only feel slighty guilty about this. I discovered the best way to drink it: fill the glass between a third and a half of the way up and then add some milk to thin it out, but leave a little space for butter ripple schnapps. I know, I know, schnapps is what high school kids and severe alchoholics drink, but in this instance.... so yummy!
Last night I went to a couple of parties. The first was OK, but people weren't very mingley and I'm far too shy to just go up to people and start chatting, so I held my friends' baby a lot. Had a rum and eggnog and wished for the above recipe instead. The second party was much better and I fraternized tolerably. It was meant to be practice to socialize with more ease. Not sure if that was accomplished, but at least I managed to talk to people I don't really know. It was a co-worker's party, so I sorta knew who people were, but had never talked to. But I did make plans to go for high tea with a couple of girls, so it was a good night.
Currently listening:
Rocket to Russia
By The Ramones
Release date: 19 June, 2001
I gave in to my urges and bought eggnog. And I only feel slighty guilty about this. I discovered the best way to drink it: fill the glass between a third and a half of the way up and then add some milk to thin it out, but leave a little space for butter ripple schnapps. I know, I know, schnapps is what high school kids and severe alchoholics drink, but in this instance.... so yummy!
Last night I went to a couple of parties. The first was OK, but people weren't very mingley and I'm far too shy to just go up to people and start chatting, so I held my friends' baby a lot. Had a rum and eggnog and wished for the above recipe instead. The second party was much better and I fraternized tolerably. It was meant to be practice to socialize with more ease. Not sure if that was accomplished, but at least I managed to talk to people I don't really know. It was a co-worker's party, so I sorta knew who people were, but had never talked to. But I did make plans to go for high tea with a couple of girls, so it was a good night.
Currently listening:
Rocket to Russia
By The Ramones
Release date: 19 June, 2001
Saturday, December 10, 2005
natsukashii
Current mood: dumbheadish
Ima "The New Music" o mite iru. Sugoku omoshiroi. Minna san wa "Nippon wa subarashii desu yo" o hanashimasu. Demo minna san wa chotto baka desu. Death From Above wa kakkoii demo Broken Social Scene to Metric to Stars wa kankoukyaku o rashiku mieru. "Nihonjin wa kibishii desu. Karuchaa-shokku ga arunai yo." Bakajin. Demo watashi wa sugoku natsukashii. Shittobukai desu.
Nihongo o wasuremashita. Gomen.
I was supposed to go on a tour of the Pantages Theatre this afternoon and accidentally wrote down 150 W. Hastings instead of 150 E. Hastings. Crap. It's not like they have tours everyday, or ever. I'm concerned that now I'll never see it because they're going to tear the shit out of it and the original features will be gone. It's the last original Pantages Theatre in North America. Dumb eyes, looking at stuff wrong.
On a cheerier note, my new Polaroid JobPro 2 arrived today. It's a sweet yellow. Lomo will be the death of me, one way or another. They've practically stolen all my extra money with their toy cameras over the last few years. And the new ReadyMade came, too!
Currently listening:
Tone Soul Evolution
By The Apples In Stereo
Release date: 10 February, 1998
Ima "The New Music" o mite iru. Sugoku omoshiroi. Minna san wa "Nippon wa subarashii desu yo" o hanashimasu. Demo minna san wa chotto baka desu. Death From Above wa kakkoii demo Broken Social Scene to Metric to Stars wa kankoukyaku o rashiku mieru. "Nihonjin wa kibishii desu. Karuchaa-shokku ga arunai yo." Bakajin. Demo watashi wa sugoku natsukashii. Shittobukai desu.
Nihongo o wasuremashita. Gomen.
I was supposed to go on a tour of the Pantages Theatre this afternoon and accidentally wrote down 150 W. Hastings instead of 150 E. Hastings. Crap. It's not like they have tours everyday, or ever. I'm concerned that now I'll never see it because they're going to tear the shit out of it and the original features will be gone. It's the last original Pantages Theatre in North America. Dumb eyes, looking at stuff wrong.
On a cheerier note, my new Polaroid JobPro 2 arrived today. It's a sweet yellow. Lomo will be the death of me, one way or another. They've practically stolen all my extra money with their toy cameras over the last few years. And the new ReadyMade came, too!
Currently listening:
Tone Soul Evolution
By The Apples In Stereo
Release date: 10 February, 1998
Tuesday, December 6, 2005
richmond is the closest thing to hell within driving distance
Current mood: regretful, yet pleased like a Catholic school girl
After work my friend generously took me to Costco on his way to Ikea. I really, really had to stop myself from buying more than my list of necessary things, which included Japanese oranges and a bag of bacon (that's a whole other story. The fact that you can buy actual bacon in a resealable bag... *shudder*). I bypassed the attractive cheese displays. I avoided the chocolate piles. I didn't go down any of the aisles. I even tried to not like the free samples. But then... then my friend had to cut through the DVD area and point out that they have Clone Wars: Vol. 2, and it was on my brother's wish list for Christmas. Aurgh!
I mean, I've already bought him two from his list, but when am I going to find this one again? That's the problem: I plan ahead too much. So, I can either be a super awesome (har har) sister and give him three times as much for Christmas, like I do every year, or I can stockpile them and give them successively through the next few gift-giving seasons. I will be surprised if he doesn't just give my mom $20 to put his name on what she got for me. He's thoughtful that way. But I know what he's like, and this really isn't about my brother.
It's about the evilness that lurks everywhere in Richmond.
We went to Ikea. It was horrible. I kept whispering under my breath, "I hate Ikea," while I touched lamps that I didn't need and sat on couches I have no room for. Yet I couldn't stop wanting them. I had to talk my friend out of a runner for his floor. A runner! Do straight men actually buy floor runners?! So, after not needing anything, I bought a monkey for my friends' kid, hangers for my closet overhaul, and a new shower curtain with rings to replace the creepy one that has barely been protecting the room from the evil water droplets that cleverly, though surprisingly, manage to get through plastic with more frequency than a polymer of any sort should allow. It's just lucky that my home is getting smaller with each passing day or I would have bought a new desk and an enormous bed that wouldn't fit in my bedroom.
And gas was 86.4 cents. It must be hell there.
Currently listening:
Push Kings
By Push Kings
Release date: 20 October, 1998
After work my friend generously took me to Costco on his way to Ikea. I really, really had to stop myself from buying more than my list of necessary things, which included Japanese oranges and a bag of bacon (that's a whole other story. The fact that you can buy actual bacon in a resealable bag... *shudder*). I bypassed the attractive cheese displays. I avoided the chocolate piles. I didn't go down any of the aisles. I even tried to not like the free samples. But then... then my friend had to cut through the DVD area and point out that they have Clone Wars: Vol. 2, and it was on my brother's wish list for Christmas. Aurgh!
I mean, I've already bought him two from his list, but when am I going to find this one again? That's the problem: I plan ahead too much. So, I can either be a super awesome (har har) sister and give him three times as much for Christmas, like I do every year, or I can stockpile them and give them successively through the next few gift-giving seasons. I will be surprised if he doesn't just give my mom $20 to put his name on what she got for me. He's thoughtful that way. But I know what he's like, and this really isn't about my brother.
It's about the evilness that lurks everywhere in Richmond.
We went to Ikea. It was horrible. I kept whispering under my breath, "I hate Ikea," while I touched lamps that I didn't need and sat on couches I have no room for. Yet I couldn't stop wanting them. I had to talk my friend out of a runner for his floor. A runner! Do straight men actually buy floor runners?! So, after not needing anything, I bought a monkey for my friends' kid, hangers for my closet overhaul, and a new shower curtain with rings to replace the creepy one that has barely been protecting the room from the evil water droplets that cleverly, though surprisingly, manage to get through plastic with more frequency than a polymer of any sort should allow. It's just lucky that my home is getting smaller with each passing day or I would have bought a new desk and an enormous bed that wouldn't fit in my bedroom.
And gas was 86.4 cents. It must be hell there.
Currently listening:
Push Kings
By Push Kings
Release date: 20 October, 1998
Saturday, December 3, 2005
addictions are hard
Current mood: shaky
A couple weeks ago I had some eggnog at my friends' house. It was so delicious and creamy and it brought back all the old feelings of needing, wanting. I've been avoiding the grocery store because it calls to me, even if I don't go near the refrigerated units. It taunts me. How am I going to live on pasta and cans of corn for the next three weeks?
And the dumb grocery store near my house has sent me a 10% off card for the month, so I could get litres and litres of eggnog at a discount if I would just give in.
I must be strong. I must not buy eggnog.
Off to the grocery store. I think we all know I'm coming home with eggnog. Or maybe I'll just switch the addiction to chocolate milk. Mmmm.... chocolate milk....
Currently listening:
Chocolate & Cheese
By Ween
Release date: 27 September, 1994
A couple weeks ago I had some eggnog at my friends' house. It was so delicious and creamy and it brought back all the old feelings of needing, wanting. I've been avoiding the grocery store because it calls to me, even if I don't go near the refrigerated units. It taunts me. How am I going to live on pasta and cans of corn for the next three weeks?
And the dumb grocery store near my house has sent me a 10% off card for the month, so I could get litres and litres of eggnog at a discount if I would just give in.
I must be strong. I must not buy eggnog.
Off to the grocery store. I think we all know I'm coming home with eggnog. Or maybe I'll just switch the addiction to chocolate milk. Mmmm.... chocolate milk....
Currently listening:
Chocolate & Cheese
By Ween
Release date: 27 September, 1994
Thursday, December 1, 2005
down to the wire
Current mood: odd
How will I ever get ready for Christmas? It's the start of December and I've got nothing done. Less than nothing. I have a box of cards on my floor that need addressing, writing and mailing. Lists of presents to make and buy. Decorations that could, technically, be put onto a tree if I felt like cleaning a space in my living room.
But I want none of that.
I'd like Christmas faeries or pixies or elves or whatever supernatural beings are popular this year to work silently in the night and prepare me for Christmas. I stress the silently part because I don't want to know about it or feel the guilt from not doing it myself. If it were just done... I'd leave catnip or cocaine or whatever it is those entities get off on as a thank you.
Does anyone send Christmas cards anymore? Should I even bother?
Currently listening:
You Are the Light
By Jens Lekman
Release date: 17 August, 2004
How will I ever get ready for Christmas? It's the start of December and I've got nothing done. Less than nothing. I have a box of cards on my floor that need addressing, writing and mailing. Lists of presents to make and buy. Decorations that could, technically, be put onto a tree if I felt like cleaning a space in my living room.
But I want none of that.
I'd like Christmas faeries or pixies or elves or whatever supernatural beings are popular this year to work silently in the night and prepare me for Christmas. I stress the silently part because I don't want to know about it or feel the guilt from not doing it myself. If it were just done... I'd leave catnip or cocaine or whatever it is those entities get off on as a thank you.
Does anyone send Christmas cards anymore? Should I even bother?
Currently listening:
You Are the Light
By Jens Lekman
Release date: 17 August, 2004
Sunday, November 27, 2005
awesome = bad news
Current mood: the equivalent of crap
My co-worker told me I'm awesome today. I've been hearing that a lot lately. And I realised it's a meaningless description. To say someone is awesome is to say you have nothing else to say about that person. It's the new "good personality" that people used to use in blind date situations. No one really gives a crap if you're awesome.
And it's even worse when a guy says it. Like, am I supposed to feel good that I'm "awesome" even though it's only people who look at me as an asexual entity who say it? Because, really, it feels shitty when someone you're interested in says you're awesome. There's always a "but" after it. It's starting to feel like the kiss of death.
Currently listening:
The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most
By Dashboard Confessional
Release date: 20 March, 2001
My co-worker told me I'm awesome today. I've been hearing that a lot lately. And I realised it's a meaningless description. To say someone is awesome is to say you have nothing else to say about that person. It's the new "good personality" that people used to use in blind date situations. No one really gives a crap if you're awesome.
And it's even worse when a guy says it. Like, am I supposed to feel good that I'm "awesome" even though it's only people who look at me as an asexual entity who say it? Because, really, it feels shitty when someone you're interested in says you're awesome. There's always a "but" after it. It's starting to feel like the kiss of death.
Currently listening:
The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most
By Dashboard Confessional
Release date: 20 March, 2001
Thursday, November 24, 2005
operation bridesmaid
Current mood: deeply concerned... no, worried... terrified?
Tonight I went to my first bridesmaid meeting. I've known my engaged friend since I was 3 or 4, from the time we went to Storytime at the public library. Her wedding is next September. The other bridesmaids wanted to start planning the staggette/shower now. It's November. I'm terrified.
OK, terrified is too strong a word. Deeply concerned.
I mean, I love her dearly. I do. And she has no say in this whole staggette/shower thing. And I like to plan as much as the next OCD person. But, holy cow! It's 10 months! They're talking about getting seafood flown in from Nova Scotia!
Fine. It will probably be a blast. I just want it to unfold before me. Thankfully my current task is to wait for my new Polaroid to arrive in the post and start taking pictures of our planning meetings. I say meetings for a reason. It's just begun.
And I want to give a shout-out to my girl in E-town: Yo Dulcie! Happy Birthday! I'm listening to jale just for you! On cassette! Check out that cake!
Currently listening:
Dream Cake
By Jale
Release date: 12 July, 1994
Tonight I went to my first bridesmaid meeting. I've known my engaged friend since I was 3 or 4, from the time we went to Storytime at the public library. Her wedding is next September. The other bridesmaids wanted to start planning the staggette/shower now. It's November. I'm terrified.
OK, terrified is too strong a word. Deeply concerned.
I mean, I love her dearly. I do. And she has no say in this whole staggette/shower thing. And I like to plan as much as the next OCD person. But, holy cow! It's 10 months! They're talking about getting seafood flown in from Nova Scotia!
Fine. It will probably be a blast. I just want it to unfold before me. Thankfully my current task is to wait for my new Polaroid to arrive in the post and start taking pictures of our planning meetings. I say meetings for a reason. It's just begun.
And I want to give a shout-out to my girl in E-town: Yo Dulcie! Happy Birthday! I'm listening to jale just for you! On cassette! Check out that cake!
Currently listening:
Dream Cake
By Jale
Release date: 12 July, 1994
Sunday, November 20, 2005
gamer
Current mood: coughy
This has been a banner week. Thursday I met up with my girlfriends to play Scrabble. I've never played a whole game of Scrabble before and I remember why: I can't think of words from 6 consonants and one vowel. My vocabulary still hasn't recovered from the years abroad; I can't think of simple words, so forget about more challenging ones.
Then last night I went for a monthly games night at one of my co-worker's houses. We played some movie shouting game, then a music shouting game, and then attempted to play DVD Pop Culture Trivial Pursuit. The movie one was close, but the music one... my team kicked ass, doubling the other team. Then the pop culture TP was pretty disasterous. Hard questions. I mean, I thought I knew pop culture, but apparently I don't. But no one else did, either, so my team had the most pies by the time we left. One of the regulars tends to overdrink and becomes an obnoxious ass. Last night he fell asleep on the couch in the middle of the game, snoring loudly. It made me feel so sorry for the daughters, that embarassment of realising a room full of people were laughing at your dad.
Next time we might play a murder mystery. I'm hoping there are some fun games under someone's Christmas tree for the new year. I can't play games with my family, with all games turning into me or my dad yelling at each other, so this is surprisingly fun.
Currently listening:
The Boy With the Arab Strap
By Belle & Sebastian
Release date: 08 September, 1998
This has been a banner week. Thursday I met up with my girlfriends to play Scrabble. I've never played a whole game of Scrabble before and I remember why: I can't think of words from 6 consonants and one vowel. My vocabulary still hasn't recovered from the years abroad; I can't think of simple words, so forget about more challenging ones.
Then last night I went for a monthly games night at one of my co-worker's houses. We played some movie shouting game, then a music shouting game, and then attempted to play DVD Pop Culture Trivial Pursuit. The movie one was close, but the music one... my team kicked ass, doubling the other team. Then the pop culture TP was pretty disasterous. Hard questions. I mean, I thought I knew pop culture, but apparently I don't. But no one else did, either, so my team had the most pies by the time we left. One of the regulars tends to overdrink and becomes an obnoxious ass. Last night he fell asleep on the couch in the middle of the game, snoring loudly. It made me feel so sorry for the daughters, that embarassment of realising a room full of people were laughing at your dad.
Next time we might play a murder mystery. I'm hoping there are some fun games under someone's Christmas tree for the new year. I can't play games with my family, with all games turning into me or my dad yelling at each other, so this is surprisingly fun.
Currently listening:
The Boy With the Arab Strap
By Belle & Sebastian
Release date: 08 September, 1998
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
the balancing act
Current mood: unsettled/settled
My friend is back from a month in Edmonton and I'm so, so, so, so happy she's back. We had a nice chat about what's been going on with us, and then talked at length about creationism and how Dan Brown has failed in creating original fiction. She and I are similar in the way we deal with things and she gets me. Or maybe I can just relate to her easier than I can with other people and then can pour out the contents of my head/heart. Regardless, it's comforting to have her back in close proximity.
I've been feeling very unnormal recently and have been trying to figure out what to do about it. I think I've finally come to a conclusion:
It's time to run my life according to New Romantic songs from the mid-'80s. OMD and the Psychedelic Furs have some important life lessons to teach me. I just have to listen right. I would include Echo and the Bunnymen, but my "Killing Moon" 12" probably isn't a good indicator of where my head should be right now.
Currently listening:
The Best of OMD
By Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark
Release date: 25 October, 1990
My friend is back from a month in Edmonton and I'm so, so, so, so happy she's back. We had a nice chat about what's been going on with us, and then talked at length about creationism and how Dan Brown has failed in creating original fiction. She and I are similar in the way we deal with things and she gets me. Or maybe I can just relate to her easier than I can with other people and then can pour out the contents of my head/heart. Regardless, it's comforting to have her back in close proximity.
I've been feeling very unnormal recently and have been trying to figure out what to do about it. I think I've finally come to a conclusion:
It's time to run my life according to New Romantic songs from the mid-'80s. OMD and the Psychedelic Furs have some important life lessons to teach me. I just have to listen right. I would include Echo and the Bunnymen, but my "Killing Moon" 12" probably isn't a good indicator of where my head should be right now.
Currently listening:
The Best of OMD
By Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark
Release date: 25 October, 1990
Monday, November 14, 2005
sad to say goodbye
Current mood: despondent
My poor little computer is dying. It's been a slow, painful death, and it hurts me to watch its demise. The red screen is making me blind. The slow speed infuriates me. The fact that the Windows application doesn't respond to my camera software upsets me. Now... the operating system was refusing to start up. It's up now, but I don't want to deal with this anymore. So I've made a serious decision.
It's time to get a new computer.
I'm toying with switching over to the other team. I think I'm going Mac. And, as Cute Neal says, "Once you go Mac, you never go back." I just want the least amount of hassle from any new technology I get. The stuff that has been breaking/dying is much too high maintenance for me. And I don't have to think too much about what options I want because there are only a few options in the Mac world. Choices make me anxious. I wish computers were more Communist. But not the Karl Marx kind of Communism; the Eastern European kind of Communist where it's really totalitarian and there is no choice.
Currently listening:
Casual
By The Shermans
Release date: 18 May, 2001
My poor little computer is dying. It's been a slow, painful death, and it hurts me to watch its demise. The red screen is making me blind. The slow speed infuriates me. The fact that the Windows application doesn't respond to my camera software upsets me. Now... the operating system was refusing to start up. It's up now, but I don't want to deal with this anymore. So I've made a serious decision.
It's time to get a new computer.
I'm toying with switching over to the other team. I think I'm going Mac. And, as Cute Neal says, "Once you go Mac, you never go back." I just want the least amount of hassle from any new technology I get. The stuff that has been breaking/dying is much too high maintenance for me. And I don't have to think too much about what options I want because there are only a few options in the Mac world. Choices make me anxious. I wish computers were more Communist. But not the Karl Marx kind of Communism; the Eastern European kind of Communist where it's really totalitarian and there is no choice.
Currently listening:
Casual
By The Shermans
Release date: 18 May, 2001
Friday, November 11, 2005
remembering
Current mood: melancholy
This morning I went to the cenotaph for the Remembrance Day ceremony and it was so miserable out. My friend pointed out that it was the least we could do to be somewhat uncomfortable in the rain for the hour or so we were there. I don't know that having nice weather on a day like today is appropriate. It's such a small sacrafice.
My dad called to let me know my Legion membership renewal is ready. When people incrediously ask why I'm a Legion member I have to stop myself from pulling out the old soap box and ranting about the younger generations' responsibility to continue to support our veterans of all wars, including the organisations that serve them as they age. With so many branches closing each year, it's the least I can do. I worry about all branches closing, the dissolution of the Legion, the loss of importance in Remembrance Day. I can't believe some provinces don't recognise it as a holiday. How far are we from it being just another day?
Currently listening:
Believe in Your Country
By Stompin Tom Connors
Release date: 19 October, 2000
This morning I went to the cenotaph for the Remembrance Day ceremony and it was so miserable out. My friend pointed out that it was the least we could do to be somewhat uncomfortable in the rain for the hour or so we were there. I don't know that having nice weather on a day like today is appropriate. It's such a small sacrafice.
My dad called to let me know my Legion membership renewal is ready. When people incrediously ask why I'm a Legion member I have to stop myself from pulling out the old soap box and ranting about the younger generations' responsibility to continue to support our veterans of all wars, including the organisations that serve them as they age. With so many branches closing each year, it's the least I can do. I worry about all branches closing, the dissolution of the Legion, the loss of importance in Remembrance Day. I can't believe some provinces don't recognise it as a holiday. How far are we from it being just another day?
Currently listening:
Believe in Your Country
By Stompin Tom Connors
Release date: 19 October, 2000
Thursday, November 10, 2005
the ditch
Current mood: annoyed
Seems like other people have a whole lot more going on in their lives than I do. Had plans to meet up with a friend last night, but it got postponed. Was supposed to be out with a friend tonight, but "other things" came up. Supposed to go to a craft fair with my sister tomorrow and she cancelled. Suggested people go for drinks tomorrow and had a couple of lukewarm responses that said they might come if they don't have something else going on.
Did I miss something? Do ou offend?
I'm not sure how I'm supposed to plan my life when other people can't give me firm yes/no answers to such gripping questions as, "Do you want to see that new Laura Linney film?"
So... I'm giving up. From now on I'm going to everything alone. Concerts, movies, dinner, lectures... everything. There's no point in making plans anymore.
As seems to be the trend lately... today I hate everyone.
Except for my friend David. He hooked me up with the Shelflife sale and I got 3 CDs and 2 7"s plus shipping and handling (what is that? handling? touching stuff?) for under $15CDN. Sweet.
Currently listening:
Gimme Five
By The Killjoys
Release date: 03 April, 1998
Seems like other people have a whole lot more going on in their lives than I do. Had plans to meet up with a friend last night, but it got postponed. Was supposed to be out with a friend tonight, but "other things" came up. Supposed to go to a craft fair with my sister tomorrow and she cancelled. Suggested people go for drinks tomorrow and had a couple of lukewarm responses that said they might come if they don't have something else going on.
Did I miss something? Do ou offend?
I'm not sure how I'm supposed to plan my life when other people can't give me firm yes/no answers to such gripping questions as, "Do you want to see that new Laura Linney film?"
So... I'm giving up. From now on I'm going to everything alone. Concerts, movies, dinner, lectures... everything. There's no point in making plans anymore.
As seems to be the trend lately... today I hate everyone.
Except for my friend David. He hooked me up with the Shelflife sale and I got 3 CDs and 2 7"s plus shipping and handling (what is that? handling? touching stuff?) for under $15CDN. Sweet.
Currently listening:
Gimme Five
By The Killjoys
Release date: 03 April, 1998
Tuesday, November 8, 2005
the mean reds
Current mood: nostalgic
Tonight I went to see Breakfast At Tiffany's at the Ridge. It was pretty awesome to see it on the big screen. The one problem was that, being over 40 years old, the copy had seen finer days. There were a number of skips and jumps, including my favourite scene where Mag Wildwood finally passes out after threatening to feed Rusty Trawler to the yak. Gone! But the ending was so much better spliced, where the music really couldn't build to that ridiculous crescendo of emotion. Because that's not the way it's supposed to end.
I want to be in love like in old movies. (Damn you, Ben Gibbard! You and your catchy songs!) Or with a George Peppard lookalike from his fine, and wildly handsome, years circa 1962. Amusingly and superficially talented if necessary.
Currently listening:
It's Love
By Softies
Release date: 26 September, 1995
Tonight I went to see Breakfast At Tiffany's at the Ridge. It was pretty awesome to see it on the big screen. The one problem was that, being over 40 years old, the copy had seen finer days. There were a number of skips and jumps, including my favourite scene where Mag Wildwood finally passes out after threatening to feed Rusty Trawler to the yak. Gone! But the ending was so much better spliced, where the music really couldn't build to that ridiculous crescendo of emotion. Because that's not the way it's supposed to end.
I want to be in love like in old movies. (Damn you, Ben Gibbard! You and your catchy songs!) Or with a George Peppard lookalike from his fine, and wildly handsome, years circa 1962. Amusingly and superficially talented if necessary.
Currently listening:
It's Love
By Softies
Release date: 26 September, 1995
Monday, November 7, 2005
hi fi/lo fi emotions
Current mood: topsy turvy
Yesterday I watched "Pretty In Pink" for, literally, the thousandth time and made a connection that I hadn't made before. See, one of the people I love most in the world I met over the internet. And the scene where Blaine sends the message to Andie while she's working on the computer... Well, the romanticism got me choked up. Sure, sure, they talked in Trax when he bought that shitty Steve Lawrence record, but that wasn't really talking. The computer exchange really got it all started.
And then, inspired by the "Pretty In Pink" soundtrack my wicked awesome friend Darcy gave me (signed by Jon Cryer!!!), I started listening to records and thought they were singing to me right at that moment. Reminding me. Telling me what I should be feeling. That being miserable is the right thing. That Comet Gain really recorded one of the most perfect songs when you're a girl feeling all sorry for yourself that the person you love can't love you back the way you want to be loved.
I saw that Comet Gain has a new album out shortly. I'm afraid to get it because I don't want them to convince me of some new feeling. I find comfort in the old familiar feelings they've been telling me about for years. "The world was never meant for us to sparkle, baby." The remembering makes my heart hurt, and it's nice to know that it's there sometimes. Twee as fuck.
Currently listening:
Sneaky
By Comet Gain
Release date: 23 September, 1997
Yesterday I watched "Pretty In Pink" for, literally, the thousandth time and made a connection that I hadn't made before. See, one of the people I love most in the world I met over the internet. And the scene where Blaine sends the message to Andie while she's working on the computer... Well, the romanticism got me choked up. Sure, sure, they talked in Trax when he bought that shitty Steve Lawrence record, but that wasn't really talking. The computer exchange really got it all started.
And then, inspired by the "Pretty In Pink" soundtrack my wicked awesome friend Darcy gave me (signed by Jon Cryer!!!), I started listening to records and thought they were singing to me right at that moment. Reminding me. Telling me what I should be feeling. That being miserable is the right thing. That Comet Gain really recorded one of the most perfect songs when you're a girl feeling all sorry for yourself that the person you love can't love you back the way you want to be loved.
I saw that Comet Gain has a new album out shortly. I'm afraid to get it because I don't want them to convince me of some new feeling. I find comfort in the old familiar feelings they've been telling me about for years. "The world was never meant for us to sparkle, baby." The remembering makes my heart hurt, and it's nice to know that it's there sometimes. Twee as fuck.
Currently listening:
Sneaky
By Comet Gain
Release date: 23 September, 1997
Sunday, November 6, 2005
what the hell is in the water?
Current mood: giddy
I have a confession. I love Coronation Street. Sure, it's a soap. Fine, it's been on for 40 or 50 years and I only just started watching it. But, holy crap, it's so addictive that I don't think I could stop watching if I tried. And I have no reason to try to stop. The CBC is about 7 or 8 months behind, but it's getting really good at the spot they're at right now. Murder! Abortions! Abstinence (on a soap!)! I mean, a family is in witness protection! The accents are such a good challenge to try to understand what some of them are saying.
But I have to wonder where the water supply for the street comes from because how can so much shit go down on ONE STREET? Like, not even a town or city like American soaps. This is just on the high road.
I used to watch Murder, She Wrote all the time with my dad. I could never understand how that woman could have so many friends knowing that she was always in the middle of a murder investigation. I mean, how many of her friends and relatives were accused of murder? Wouldn't someone clue into it and maybe not meet her for lunch when she's in town? Because you know that later that day you're going to be accused of murder.
Currently listening:
Friend I Once Had
By Club 8
Release date: 09 December, 2003
I have a confession. I love Coronation Street. Sure, it's a soap. Fine, it's been on for 40 or 50 years and I only just started watching it. But, holy crap, it's so addictive that I don't think I could stop watching if I tried. And I have no reason to try to stop. The CBC is about 7 or 8 months behind, but it's getting really good at the spot they're at right now. Murder! Abortions! Abstinence (on a soap!)! I mean, a family is in witness protection! The accents are such a good challenge to try to understand what some of them are saying.
But I have to wonder where the water supply for the street comes from because how can so much shit go down on ONE STREET? Like, not even a town or city like American soaps. This is just on the high road.
I used to watch Murder, She Wrote all the time with my dad. I could never understand how that woman could have so many friends knowing that she was always in the middle of a murder investigation. I mean, how many of her friends and relatives were accused of murder? Wouldn't someone clue into it and maybe not meet her for lunch when she's in town? Because you know that later that day you're going to be accused of murder.
Currently listening:
Friend I Once Had
By Club 8
Release date: 09 December, 2003
Saturday, November 5, 2005
to the dark side
Current mood: sugar high crash
This week another friend announced her upcoming wedding. They're getting married next week by themselves, no friends or family. Friends...they're dropping like flies. They're all going to the dark side.
Speaking of which... The one nice thing about living in a dark home during this time of the year is that it's so dark outside most of the time with the crappy rain that my friends can't brag about how much more light they get in their houses. It's been raining for what seems like weeks, but I know that's not true. It looks like I might move to an above ground apartment next April/May, which is more exciting than I can say. A family friend has an apartment that is coming free and offered it to me. Slightly higher rent, but light! No spiders! More room!
The cemetery walk on Saturday was fine. Wound up wandering around with no particular route, but it let everyone sorta chat and veer off the path when they saw something. I'm hoping to get out to New Westminster shortly to the cemetery there, as it's older than Vancouver's and has John Deighton, aka Gassy Jack.
Have I mentioned lately that I love Sarah Vowell? I do. For true. Smart, smart, smart.
Currently reading:
The Partly Cloudy Patriot
By Sarah Vowell
Release date: 01 October, 2003
This week another friend announced her upcoming wedding. They're getting married next week by themselves, no friends or family. Friends...they're dropping like flies. They're all going to the dark side.
Speaking of which... The one nice thing about living in a dark home during this time of the year is that it's so dark outside most of the time with the crappy rain that my friends can't brag about how much more light they get in their houses. It's been raining for what seems like weeks, but I know that's not true. It looks like I might move to an above ground apartment next April/May, which is more exciting than I can say. A family friend has an apartment that is coming free and offered it to me. Slightly higher rent, but light! No spiders! More room!
The cemetery walk on Saturday was fine. Wound up wandering around with no particular route, but it let everyone sorta chat and veer off the path when they saw something. I'm hoping to get out to New Westminster shortly to the cemetery there, as it's older than Vancouver's and has John Deighton, aka Gassy Jack.
Have I mentioned lately that I love Sarah Vowell? I do. For true. Smart, smart, smart.
Currently reading:
The Partly Cloudy Patriot
By Sarah Vowell
Release date: 01 October, 2003
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
grrr
Current mood: pissed off
I just give up. Friends wanted me to plan stuff for my birthday because they thought I shouldn't not do anything, even though I would be fine with not even acknowledging the stupid day. But, no, I plan stuff on two days and half the people who wanted me to make plans for my birthday can't even come. The other half haven't responded one way or the other. So what's the point?
I will never, ever, ever make any plans for my birthday ever again. Because, really, I shouldn't be doing it in the first place. I don't want to celebrate it. I just don't care enough to make any effort.
I'm totally angry at the world.
Currently listening:
Mitsumeru
By Gaze
Release date: 10 February, 1998
I just give up. Friends wanted me to plan stuff for my birthday because they thought I shouldn't not do anything, even though I would be fine with not even acknowledging the stupid day. But, no, I plan stuff on two days and half the people who wanted me to make plans for my birthday can't even come. The other half haven't responded one way or the other. So what's the point?
I will never, ever, ever make any plans for my birthday ever again. Because, really, I shouldn't be doing it in the first place. I don't want to celebrate it. I just don't care enough to make any effort.
I'm totally angry at the world.
Currently listening:
Mitsumeru
By Gaze
Release date: 10 February, 1998
Monday, October 24, 2005
apples!
Current mood:drowsy
I got a bunch of apples from my cousin's orchard and decided to try something different. I put cheddar cheese into the crisp part of my apple crisp. It's awesome. Cheese is dreamy.
Currently listening:
Boxing Hefner
By Hefner
Release date: 18 April, 2000
I got a bunch of apples from my cousin's orchard and decided to try something different. I put cheddar cheese into the crisp part of my apple crisp. It's awesome. Cheese is dreamy.
Currently listening:
Boxing Hefner
By Hefner
Release date: 18 April, 2000
Friday, October 21, 2005
fear of babies
Current mood: unmotivated
Holy crap! My friend, the one in Japan that took over my job there, sent an email chronicling the surprising new developments in her life since I last saw her in August. Suffice it to say I was completely, hand-over-mouth shocked.
She's been dating one of my J-friends for three years. They were maybe going to get married eventually. No rush. No immediate plans. In the hours after I sent her off drunk on Canadian beer things changed rapidly...
Starting with pregnancy tests and ending in marriage, she had a few things to tell me. And it's pretty freaking exciting to know that, in less than a year, I'll be able to see her, her husband, and her new baby when they come for a visit/reception.
But it also made me realise how terrified I am of being pregnant, in the same way I'm terrified of being buried alive and being stuck in a sinking car. I have zero interest in having children. None. And I'm not even close to ever wanting to be pregnant. Which makes me wonder if there's a gene that makes people want to be pregnant and have kids, because I lack it. And that's OK with me. Babies scare me. They're, like, a longterm committment. I get bored easily. My attention span is short. I like to be alone sometimes.
Also, watching hockey games with a Frenchman is amusing. Tonight we're going to see the Giants vs. the Rockets. Rad.
Currently reading:
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (Vintage)
By Dave Eggers
Release date: 13 February, 2001
Holy crap! My friend, the one in Japan that took over my job there, sent an email chronicling the surprising new developments in her life since I last saw her in August. Suffice it to say I was completely, hand-over-mouth shocked.
She's been dating one of my J-friends for three years. They were maybe going to get married eventually. No rush. No immediate plans. In the hours after I sent her off drunk on Canadian beer things changed rapidly...
Starting with pregnancy tests and ending in marriage, she had a few things to tell me. And it's pretty freaking exciting to know that, in less than a year, I'll be able to see her, her husband, and her new baby when they come for a visit/reception.
But it also made me realise how terrified I am of being pregnant, in the same way I'm terrified of being buried alive and being stuck in a sinking car. I have zero interest in having children. None. And I'm not even close to ever wanting to be pregnant. Which makes me wonder if there's a gene that makes people want to be pregnant and have kids, because I lack it. And that's OK with me. Babies scare me. They're, like, a longterm committment. I get bored easily. My attention span is short. I like to be alone sometimes.
Also, watching hockey games with a Frenchman is amusing. Tonight we're going to see the Giants vs. the Rockets. Rad.
Currently reading:
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (Vintage)
By Dave Eggers
Release date: 13 February, 2001
Thursday, September 8, 2005
the big secret
Current mood: swoony
At Bumbershoot last weekend, one of the things I really wanted to see was the authors' readings. The big reason was Sarah Vowell, the funniest history nerd ever. So, she came on and said she had musical accompaniment and who should come out but Death Cab For Cutie. So they played some stuff and it was great and... I think I hate Ben Gibbard. He wore a stupid-looking hat and tickets to their shows here are way more than I care to spend on a show at the fricking Commodore. Damn you, Ben Gibbard!
I was really excited to see the Math and Physics Club and they were very cute and shy and awkward and mainly married. So this doesn't bode well for me because I would like to meet someone who is cute and shy and awkward and if that sort of boy is getting married with little effort...
Seattle was very fun and I'm planning to go back for another visit when the Tiffany glass exhibit opens at the Seattle Art Museum in October. We went to this place called Turf (maybe The Turf, but the sign just said Turf) and I had a decent cheeseburger and fries for $3.45 ($3.77 with taxes). And the boy at the hostel desk is very cute.
Currently listening:
Movie Ending Romance
By Math & Physics Club
Release date: 18 July, 2005
At Bumbershoot last weekend, one of the things I really wanted to see was the authors' readings. The big reason was Sarah Vowell, the funniest history nerd ever. So, she came on and said she had musical accompaniment and who should come out but Death Cab For Cutie. So they played some stuff and it was great and... I think I hate Ben Gibbard. He wore a stupid-looking hat and tickets to their shows here are way more than I care to spend on a show at the fricking Commodore. Damn you, Ben Gibbard!
I was really excited to see the Math and Physics Club and they were very cute and shy and awkward and mainly married. So this doesn't bode well for me because I would like to meet someone who is cute and shy and awkward and if that sort of boy is getting married with little effort...
Seattle was very fun and I'm planning to go back for another visit when the Tiffany glass exhibit opens at the Seattle Art Museum in October. We went to this place called Turf (maybe The Turf, but the sign just said Turf) and I had a decent cheeseburger and fries for $3.45 ($3.77 with taxes). And the boy at the hostel desk is very cute.
Currently listening:
Movie Ending Romance
By Math & Physics Club
Release date: 18 July, 2005
Saturday, August 27, 2005
wedded bliss?
Current mood: terrified
Today I'm going to a wedding with my friend. His friend from college is getting married and my friend's girlfriend is busy with work, so I'm the surrogate girlfriend for the day. I'm a little terrified about it because weddings freak me out. That level of committment is something I don't quite understand, and I resent having to wear a dress and do my hair and wear contacts.
The dress I was going to wear would have been nice. I feel pretty good in it and it's easy to wear. The problem is that the zipper totally broke a couple days ago (it had been causing me problems for a while anyway) and I don't have enough time to get another zipper, rip this one out, and sew the new one back in. So... yesterday I had to get a dress. I hate, hate, hate dress shopping. (Actually, shopping in general is horrifying because I don't like spending money.) The one I got was on sale, but required new shoes as well and now I think that, to give a nice *ahem* neckline, I'll need to pick up a new *ahem* foundation garment. I mean, if I'm going to wear a dress, I might as well have perky boobs. It is a gamer wedding; there must be a massive number of guys who are socially retarded and haven't seen boobs in person... ever.
This week I also found out my oldest friend (I've known her since we were 4) is getting married next year. I'm really excited for her, but the wedding...
Currently listening:
Vauxhall and I
By Morrissey
Release date: 22 March, 1994
Today I'm going to a wedding with my friend. His friend from college is getting married and my friend's girlfriend is busy with work, so I'm the surrogate girlfriend for the day. I'm a little terrified about it because weddings freak me out. That level of committment is something I don't quite understand, and I resent having to wear a dress and do my hair and wear contacts.
The dress I was going to wear would have been nice. I feel pretty good in it and it's easy to wear. The problem is that the zipper totally broke a couple days ago (it had been causing me problems for a while anyway) and I don't have enough time to get another zipper, rip this one out, and sew the new one back in. So... yesterday I had to get a dress. I hate, hate, hate dress shopping. (Actually, shopping in general is horrifying because I don't like spending money.) The one I got was on sale, but required new shoes as well and now I think that, to give a nice *ahem* neckline, I'll need to pick up a new *ahem* foundation garment. I mean, if I'm going to wear a dress, I might as well have perky boobs. It is a gamer wedding; there must be a massive number of guys who are socially retarded and haven't seen boobs in person... ever.
This week I also found out my oldest friend (I've known her since we were 4) is getting married next year. I'm really excited for her, but the wedding...
Currently listening:
Vauxhall and I
By Morrissey
Release date: 22 March, 1994
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
unboyfriendable
Current mood: self-depreciating
People always tell me about guys they know who've had crazy girlfriends. So now I've been wondering if guys like girls who are crazy or if they just like hot girls who happen to be crazy and they tolerate the crazy to be with a hot girl. I think the latter.
I seem to be crazy. Nuts. Completely. I lose my shit often and it's becoming more normal than normal. Freaks me out. And I can assure you that guys aren't interested in my kind of crazy. I'm beginning to wonder if my kind of crazy is just amusing, that people enjoy laughing at my insanity but don't care to know why.
My friend asked me why I just let him talk and I don't offer much info about myself. He didn't understand when I said that people rarely ask about me. Who wants to deal with crazy?
Currently listening:
Terrible Things Happen
By The Aislers Set
Release date: 31 July, 1998
People always tell me about guys they know who've had crazy girlfriends. So now I've been wondering if guys like girls who are crazy or if they just like hot girls who happen to be crazy and they tolerate the crazy to be with a hot girl. I think the latter.
I seem to be crazy. Nuts. Completely. I lose my shit often and it's becoming more normal than normal. Freaks me out. And I can assure you that guys aren't interested in my kind of crazy. I'm beginning to wonder if my kind of crazy is just amusing, that people enjoy laughing at my insanity but don't care to know why.
My friend asked me why I just let him talk and I don't offer much info about myself. He didn't understand when I said that people rarely ask about me. Who wants to deal with crazy?
Currently listening:
Terrible Things Happen
By The Aislers Set
Release date: 31 July, 1998
Saturday, August 13, 2005
and the pendulum swings
Current mood: irrational
I talked to Rachel last night and was surprised to hear that, after the rooftop party, our friend Laura thought something was going on between me and my neighbor, who is also my friend's brother. Having spent essentially zero time seeing/talking to Bob the last 6 months up until a few weeks ago, I couldn't understand where she was coming from. I mean, I thought it was strange that he invited me to his birthday party and wanted to come over for iced tea in my backyard gazebo, but I just figured he felt guilt that he lives, literally, half a block away and I never see him. But I won't complain. He laughs at my lame jokes. And walks me home from his house after dark.
Everyone keeps asking me where I got my CBC shirts. And I was snarky about it because I would think that CBC shirts come from the CBC. But every person who has asked about them asked where. Gosh, I am a bitch.
Currently listening:
Go Sailor EP
By Go Sailor
Release date: 13 August, 1996
I talked to Rachel last night and was surprised to hear that, after the rooftop party, our friend Laura thought something was going on between me and my neighbor, who is also my friend's brother. Having spent essentially zero time seeing/talking to Bob the last 6 months up until a few weeks ago, I couldn't understand where she was coming from. I mean, I thought it was strange that he invited me to his birthday party and wanted to come over for iced tea in my backyard gazebo, but I just figured he felt guilt that he lives, literally, half a block away and I never see him. But I won't complain. He laughs at my lame jokes. And walks me home from his house after dark.
Everyone keeps asking me where I got my CBC shirts. And I was snarky about it because I would think that CBC shirts come from the CBC. But every person who has asked about them asked where. Gosh, I am a bitch.
Currently listening:
Go Sailor EP
By Go Sailor
Release date: 13 August, 1996
Friday, August 12, 2005
on the decline
Current mood: sad
Last night I found out the guy I've been seeing so much of has absolutely no interest in me whatsoever. Apparently I'm around simply because I'm interesting and plan a lot of social engagements and I'm good to talk to. Otherwise I'm a eunuch.
Which got me wondering... How do I get shoved into the friend category against my will? What is it about me, specifically, that makes boys want to date my friends?
Admittedly, it does sorta play into all my romantic notions, that I will forever be thwarted by love and such. People often think romance is supposed to be all puppy dogs and fairy tales... Not me. Romance is supposed to rip your heart out and stomp all over it. And it does a fairly good job of mine on a somewhat regular basis. I'm starting to think I should go back to having no heart at all because it was slightly less painful than now.
I'm waiting for a sign to enter the nunnery. Like a flyer that says, "Join the nunnery."
Currently listening:
The Only Reason I Feel Secure
By Pedro the Lion
Release date: 16 October, 2001
Last night I found out the guy I've been seeing so much of has absolutely no interest in me whatsoever. Apparently I'm around simply because I'm interesting and plan a lot of social engagements and I'm good to talk to. Otherwise I'm a eunuch.
Which got me wondering... How do I get shoved into the friend category against my will? What is it about me, specifically, that makes boys want to date my friends?
Admittedly, it does sorta play into all my romantic notions, that I will forever be thwarted by love and such. People often think romance is supposed to be all puppy dogs and fairy tales... Not me. Romance is supposed to rip your heart out and stomp all over it. And it does a fairly good job of mine on a somewhat regular basis. I'm starting to think I should go back to having no heart at all because it was slightly less painful than now.
I'm waiting for a sign to enter the nunnery. Like a flyer that says, "Join the nunnery."
Currently listening:
The Only Reason I Feel Secure
By Pedro the Lion
Release date: 16 October, 2001
Monday, August 1, 2005
days of summer
Current mood: hopeful
This summer, while starting cold, has really picked up.
Yesterday I went to a Pride brunch at a friend's friend's house before the parade. Had a nice chat with one of the boy's moms and drank champagne at 10:30am. Those gay boys sure know how to do it up right. Since I never manage to see an entire Pride parade, I figured I wouldn't try this year, and instead went to the Powell Street Festival with Rachel, Nathan and Augusten to try to recapture natsu matsuri. We had takoyaki and kakimizu, and I watched Nathan scarf down so much food I thought his belly would explode. Tony left a message to bbq on the beach, so Bob picked me up and we headed over to R&N's to pick up the stuff and the baby. Had Stampede burgers with bacon and cheese, chipotle potato salad (recommended), broccoli and bacon salad, and apple pudding cake. The weather was fantastic and the air was warm but not too warm. We threw a frisbee around a little and basically sat around chuckling about a baby at another area crying constantly for almost an hour.
This weekend I also went to see a soccer game with my sister and Dairn. He's never played, so it was weird to try to remember rules and such enough to explain it to him. We went for beer and wings after and Anita ranted a bit about the US. The game whet my interest for more sporting events, so I think a trip to Nat Bailey is in order.
Also saw the fireworks on Saturday from the rooftop of my friends' building. Lovely view, and we immediately ate ice cream and cake when it finished. Strongbow in bottles! Hotdogs! Perogies! I was a little overwhelmed by the large number of people I didn't know, but managed to sit away for a while and absorb.
Friday is the third annual Skatomatic Rooftop Party. Should be a good one.
Currently listening:
Black Mountain
By Black Mountain
Release date: 18 January, 2005
This summer, while starting cold, has really picked up.
Yesterday I went to a Pride brunch at a friend's friend's house before the parade. Had a nice chat with one of the boy's moms and drank champagne at 10:30am. Those gay boys sure know how to do it up right. Since I never manage to see an entire Pride parade, I figured I wouldn't try this year, and instead went to the Powell Street Festival with Rachel, Nathan and Augusten to try to recapture natsu matsuri. We had takoyaki and kakimizu, and I watched Nathan scarf down so much food I thought his belly would explode. Tony left a message to bbq on the beach, so Bob picked me up and we headed over to R&N's to pick up the stuff and the baby. Had Stampede burgers with bacon and cheese, chipotle potato salad (recommended), broccoli and bacon salad, and apple pudding cake. The weather was fantastic and the air was warm but not too warm. We threw a frisbee around a little and basically sat around chuckling about a baby at another area crying constantly for almost an hour.
This weekend I also went to see a soccer game with my sister and Dairn. He's never played, so it was weird to try to remember rules and such enough to explain it to him. We went for beer and wings after and Anita ranted a bit about the US. The game whet my interest for more sporting events, so I think a trip to Nat Bailey is in order.
Also saw the fireworks on Saturday from the rooftop of my friends' building. Lovely view, and we immediately ate ice cream and cake when it finished. Strongbow in bottles! Hotdogs! Perogies! I was a little overwhelmed by the large number of people I didn't know, but managed to sit away for a while and absorb.
Friday is the third annual Skatomatic Rooftop Party. Should be a good one.
Currently listening:
Black Mountain
By Black Mountain
Release date: 18 January, 2005
Monday, July 25, 2005
come on feel the illinoise
Current mood: swoony
Sufjan Stevens is my new secret boyfriend. Swoon. The show was really fantastic last night. They came out in cheerleading outfits with "I"s on the shirts and pompoms. They did cheers to introduce various songs. They did actions. They did a song about Canada, except that they forgot Nunavit. Apparently the place was packed at 8:30 (the show didn't start until 9:30). No one talked while he played. It was kinda weird, in a good way. Like, it was a fairly non-hipster show; people were mesmerized. I know I was. Except I need to get some rock show shoes that aren't going to hurt my back while I stand around for 3 or 4 hours. Maybe I should cull my collection and test them out more scientifically.
Currently listening:
Illinois
By Sufjan Stevens
Release date: 05 July, 2005
Sufjan Stevens is my new secret boyfriend. Swoon. The show was really fantastic last night. They came out in cheerleading outfits with "I"s on the shirts and pompoms. They did cheers to introduce various songs. They did actions. They did a song about Canada, except that they forgot Nunavit. Apparently the place was packed at 8:30 (the show didn't start until 9:30). No one talked while he played. It was kinda weird, in a good way. Like, it was a fairly non-hipster show; people were mesmerized. I know I was. Except I need to get some rock show shoes that aren't going to hurt my back while I stand around for 3 or 4 hours. Maybe I should cull my collection and test them out more scientifically.
Currently listening:
Illinois
By Sufjan Stevens
Release date: 05 July, 2005
Sunday, July 24, 2005
full moon aftermath
Current mood: dumb
Things have been slightly off since Thursday's full moon.
My friend phoned me after our games to let me know that he wasn't mad at me, even though it was obvious he was in a pissy mood on the field. Our teammates were being a bit more annoying than usual and the wind was crap and we lost. So we bitched about everyone for a while and all was well. Friday I had a somewhat lousy day at work and then went to my friend's birthday party on a patio. I called my friend about coming with, but he was all freaky about using his cell phone. I didn't really think anything was wrong, but he left a message apologising for being rude on the phone because he thought he was paying $1/minute on his cell phone, even though we discussed before how it was $0.25/minute. (It was nice to know he's as neurotic as I am.) The party should have been fun. Should have. I was in a poor mood and didn't feel like making small talk with people I only see a couple times a year. I left early, completely missing my other friends who went specifically because they thought I would be there. Cripes.
Sigh.
Tonight I'm off to Sufjan Stevens and I'm pretty excited. He's pretty cute. Dreamy, even. Swoon.
(Why does this only occasionally look stupid with the shaded writing?)
Currently listening:
Illinois
By Sufjan Stevens
Release date: 05 July, 2005
Things have been slightly off since Thursday's full moon.
My friend phoned me after our games to let me know that he wasn't mad at me, even though it was obvious he was in a pissy mood on the field. Our teammates were being a bit more annoying than usual and the wind was crap and we lost. So we bitched about everyone for a while and all was well. Friday I had a somewhat lousy day at work and then went to my friend's birthday party on a patio. I called my friend about coming with, but he was all freaky about using his cell phone. I didn't really think anything was wrong, but he left a message apologising for being rude on the phone because he thought he was paying $1/minute on his cell phone, even though we discussed before how it was $0.25/minute. (It was nice to know he's as neurotic as I am.) The party should have been fun. Should have. I was in a poor mood and didn't feel like making small talk with people I only see a couple times a year. I left early, completely missing my other friends who went specifically because they thought I would be there. Cripes.
Sigh.
Tonight I'm off to Sufjan Stevens and I'm pretty excited. He's pretty cute. Dreamy, even. Swoon.
(Why does this only occasionally look stupid with the shaded writing?)
Currently listening:
Illinois
By Sufjan Stevens
Release date: 05 July, 2005
Thursday, July 21, 2005
blind, or something like it
Current mood: recovering
This morning I had the worst contact experience ever. I put in my left eye and all of a sudden *shooting pain*. I couldn't adjust the contact with my finger because I couldn't open my eye, but the pain was so intense it felt like someone was ripping my eye out of its socket. After 5 minutes of excessive tearing and eyelid spasms, I finally managed to get my lid open enough to drag the contact around and get it into the right place. Seems it got stuck on my lid and wouldn't shift into place. Damn contacts. It's times like these I wish I weren't blind. Or damn close to it.
I worried for a minute I'd have to put my glasses in jeopardy for my games tonight.
Last night I went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on an IMAX screen. So big, so colourful, so creepy... I loved it, especially the new Veruca Salt song. A pretty, pretty movie.
Currently listening:
The Best of Blondie
By Blondie
Release date: 25 October, 1990
This morning I had the worst contact experience ever. I put in my left eye and all of a sudden *shooting pain*. I couldn't adjust the contact with my finger because I couldn't open my eye, but the pain was so intense it felt like someone was ripping my eye out of its socket. After 5 minutes of excessive tearing and eyelid spasms, I finally managed to get my lid open enough to drag the contact around and get it into the right place. Seems it got stuck on my lid and wouldn't shift into place. Damn contacts. It's times like these I wish I weren't blind. Or damn close to it.
I worried for a minute I'd have to put my glasses in jeopardy for my games tonight.
Last night I went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on an IMAX screen. So big, so colourful, so creepy... I loved it, especially the new Veruca Salt song. A pretty, pretty movie.
Currently listening:
The Best of Blondie
By Blondie
Release date: 25 October, 1990
Sunday, July 17, 2005
the movement of friends
Current mood: sugar high
Today I went to the airport to meet up with my friend, who was stopping over briefly on her way to Scotland. I've missed her the last couple times I went through Edmonton, so it was fantastic to be able to meet up. Besides doing the most amusing Korean girlfriend imitations, she's a wicked awesome cook. She brought me brownies (!!!) and paid for our kaiten sushi/dim sum lunch. While we sat in the park outside the airport, a guy had this beautiful chocolate brown lab puppy. Watching him all perky and hearing Geri's boy news made me happy to be there. Like there's good stuff to look forward to, whether it's a friend's relationship excitement or seeing the clumsiness of a puppy dipping his big feet in a pond for the first time. I felt like I'd forgotten how to be happy.
Remind me that I'm not cut out for too much happiness all at once. It makes my karma all wonky. I fear the consequences of being too happy. And yet I like the feeling. I hope the me in an alternate universe has figured out how to deal with this problem because I can't seem to get a handle on it.
Currently listening:
Set Yourself On Fire
By Stars
Release date: 08 March, 2005
Today I went to the airport to meet up with my friend, who was stopping over briefly on her way to Scotland. I've missed her the last couple times I went through Edmonton, so it was fantastic to be able to meet up. Besides doing the most amusing Korean girlfriend imitations, she's a wicked awesome cook. She brought me brownies (!!!) and paid for our kaiten sushi/dim sum lunch. While we sat in the park outside the airport, a guy had this beautiful chocolate brown lab puppy. Watching him all perky and hearing Geri's boy news made me happy to be there. Like there's good stuff to look forward to, whether it's a friend's relationship excitement or seeing the clumsiness of a puppy dipping his big feet in a pond for the first time. I felt like I'd forgotten how to be happy.
Remind me that I'm not cut out for too much happiness all at once. It makes my karma all wonky. I fear the consequences of being too happy. And yet I like the feeling. I hope the me in an alternate universe has figured out how to deal with this problem because I can't seem to get a handle on it.
Currently listening:
Set Yourself On Fire
By Stars
Release date: 08 March, 2005
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
western bound?
Yesterday morning I finally finished my application to Western. I got a warning that the application would be deleted if I didn't finish it by today, so I did the final push and worked out the rest of it. Less stressful than the first application, but still weird to do. This one is also for January, but they accept applications until November. It just seems like a much more reasonable, equal application process.
Honestly, the thought of moving to London, Ontario freaks the crap out of me. It's much more daunting than a move to Edmonton or even Japan because I don't know anyone there and I've got no setup. Sure, a few friends are in Toronto, but it isn't close enough to pop over for a visit when the weight of the world starts bearing down on me. As it sometimes does. But I suppose I will just worry about that if it comes down to it.
I also asked for a few more references for the UBC application to make sure I get in for next September at the least. The one librarian did a full interview with me and I felt like maybe she wasn't the best person to ask for a reference. It was more work than doing the application. But she does know people who have some clout in this program, so maybe it's worth the effort. Now if I could just get them to like me enough to squeeze me in January...
Currently listening:
Greetings From Michigan: The Great Lakes State
By Sufjan Stevens
Release date: 01 July, 2003
Honestly, the thought of moving to London, Ontario freaks the crap out of me. It's much more daunting than a move to Edmonton or even Japan because I don't know anyone there and I've got no setup. Sure, a few friends are in Toronto, but it isn't close enough to pop over for a visit when the weight of the world starts bearing down on me. As it sometimes does. But I suppose I will just worry about that if it comes down to it.
I also asked for a few more references for the UBC application to make sure I get in for next September at the least. The one librarian did a full interview with me and I felt like maybe she wasn't the best person to ask for a reference. It was more work than doing the application. But she does know people who have some clout in this program, so maybe it's worth the effort. Now if I could just get them to like me enough to squeeze me in January...
Currently listening:
Greetings From Michigan: The Great Lakes State
By Sufjan Stevens
Release date: 01 July, 2003
Friday, July 8, 2005
tomodachi
Current mood: surprisingly happy
Yesterday I gave my new friend a mixed tape. We had talked about what I listen to and it's sort of difficult to pin down what it is. So I said I'd make him a mixed tape and he could have a sampling. I felt very High Fidelity all of a sudden. I knew his birthday was around now, and figured I'd do it fast to make it seem like a birthday present. I made the tape and agonized over the poor state of my system because the volumes are all messed up and I couldn't get a consistent level. And my pre-amp on my turntable won't let me record at a normal volume. Sigh. But I handed over the tape and was pleasantly surprised that he knew a few of the bands, including a local band that he knew personally. Apparently that was a plus for me, as far as he was concerned; like I was legit.
So with all the goodwill going around, we went for drinks with a couple of other girls from the team. They kept ordering chicken wings until I asked how big the chickens must be to produce such small wings. But they ate the rest of the wings anyway, so it couldn't have been too traumatic. Sitting around eating pigmy chicken wings and drinking pitchers of beer on a patio of a tiny Greek restaurant, I realised that I was happy. I wasn't thinking about all the crappy stuff in my life and wasn't worrying about the regular stuff I worry about. It was just nice to be content.
We talked on the phone after he dropped me off. I was trying to convince him to stick around town today so I could take him out for his birthday, but he promised himself he'd go camping for his birthday this year and is stubborn enough to do it. So we made plans for tomorrow night instead. We talked about knowing we should be friends and it was almost at the same time, months ago. It's just nice to meet someone who is at the same place in his life as I am. We're both applying to grad schools with minimal success, both about the same age, both living in dark apartments, both generally unsure about what's going to happen the next few years. We were teasing each other about the other moving with whomever gets into grad school out of town so we can still be friends. And, for some reason, at that moment it seemed a reasonable pact.
Currently listening:
Where the Change Is [Bonus Tracks]
By Flashing Lights
Release date: 21 March, 2000
Yesterday I gave my new friend a mixed tape. We had talked about what I listen to and it's sort of difficult to pin down what it is. So I said I'd make him a mixed tape and he could have a sampling. I felt very High Fidelity all of a sudden. I knew his birthday was around now, and figured I'd do it fast to make it seem like a birthday present. I made the tape and agonized over the poor state of my system because the volumes are all messed up and I couldn't get a consistent level. And my pre-amp on my turntable won't let me record at a normal volume. Sigh. But I handed over the tape and was pleasantly surprised that he knew a few of the bands, including a local band that he knew personally. Apparently that was a plus for me, as far as he was concerned; like I was legit.
So with all the goodwill going around, we went for drinks with a couple of other girls from the team. They kept ordering chicken wings until I asked how big the chickens must be to produce such small wings. But they ate the rest of the wings anyway, so it couldn't have been too traumatic. Sitting around eating pigmy chicken wings and drinking pitchers of beer on a patio of a tiny Greek restaurant, I realised that I was happy. I wasn't thinking about all the crappy stuff in my life and wasn't worrying about the regular stuff I worry about. It was just nice to be content.
We talked on the phone after he dropped me off. I was trying to convince him to stick around town today so I could take him out for his birthday, but he promised himself he'd go camping for his birthday this year and is stubborn enough to do it. So we made plans for tomorrow night instead. We talked about knowing we should be friends and it was almost at the same time, months ago. It's just nice to meet someone who is at the same place in his life as I am. We're both applying to grad schools with minimal success, both about the same age, both living in dark apartments, both generally unsure about what's going to happen the next few years. We were teasing each other about the other moving with whomever gets into grad school out of town so we can still be friends. And, for some reason, at that moment it seemed a reasonable pact.
Currently listening:
Where the Change Is [Bonus Tracks]
By Flashing Lights
Release date: 21 March, 2000
Monday, July 4, 2005
from hell to helsinki
Current mood: thrilled
I just got some snail mail today. Last week I decided I needed a copy of The Melons' "From Hell To Helsinki" and, since my "friend" wouldn't send me his copy, I was forced to look elsewhere (actually, the link to Damaged Goods to buy it new, which was very nice of him to send me considering he instantly denied me his copy, even though we've been friends for a really, really long time and it was, like, our favourite song, but isn't his anymore; I mean, he doesn't even really like twee that much anymore; is it me? it's me, isn't it?). It was a surprisingly fast transaction. The package was sent from DG London last Tuesday and it was here today, holiday included. That's fast for regular, un-rushed mail. And it's gotten me all excited again about ordering music by mail order. I can't remember why I stopped. I love this 7". It's the best thing ever.
I just got some snail mail today. Last week I decided I needed a copy of The Melons' "From Hell To Helsinki" and, since my "friend" wouldn't send me his copy, I was forced to look elsewhere (actually, the link to Damaged Goods to buy it new, which was very nice of him to send me considering he instantly denied me his copy, even though we've been friends for a really, really long time and it was, like, our favourite song, but isn't his anymore; I mean, he doesn't even really like twee that much anymore; is it me? it's me, isn't it?). It was a surprisingly fast transaction. The package was sent from DG London last Tuesday and it was here today, holiday included. That's fast for regular, un-rushed mail. And it's gotten me all excited again about ordering music by mail order. I can't remember why I stopped. I love this 7". It's the best thing ever.
Sunday, July 3, 2005
hell is in the dust
Current mood: breathingly challenged
My sister came into town to convince me to start getting rid of crap that I've been too lazy to get rid of. I seem to require physical pushing to get me to do anything and we managed to get through only part of my living room and most of my bedroom. By doing all that moving/sorting, I guess I've unleashed some terrorist dustmites because we had some trouble breathing. So, after uncovering a humidifier from my years on the prairie, we plugged it in to try to dampen the airborn hell. Note to self: humidifiers in basements feel gross. Anita came up with the brilliant idea to get an air purifier.
So off we went to price out a few and see how much it would cost to not breathe dust with my air. We cruised the mall (why do malls always make me feel undead?) and, after checking a few places, settled on a Hepa configuration. It wound up being $28 cheaper than the posted price! But, to pay for the cheapness, it didn't come with instructions. So I have to go back to the suburbs to see if they'll steal an instruction booklet from one of the other ones.
It frightens me that I can already breathe easier. What the hell have I been breathing the three years I've lived here?
Currently listening:
In Case We Die
By Architecture in Helsinki
Release date: 12 April, 2005
My sister came into town to convince me to start getting rid of crap that I've been too lazy to get rid of. I seem to require physical pushing to get me to do anything and we managed to get through only part of my living room and most of my bedroom. By doing all that moving/sorting, I guess I've unleashed some terrorist dustmites because we had some trouble breathing. So, after uncovering a humidifier from my years on the prairie, we plugged it in to try to dampen the airborn hell. Note to self: humidifiers in basements feel gross. Anita came up with the brilliant idea to get an air purifier.
So off we went to price out a few and see how much it would cost to not breathe dust with my air. We cruised the mall (why do malls always make me feel undead?) and, after checking a few places, settled on a Hepa configuration. It wound up being $28 cheaper than the posted price! But, to pay for the cheapness, it didn't come with instructions. So I have to go back to the suburbs to see if they'll steal an instruction booklet from one of the other ones.
It frightens me that I can already breathe easier. What the hell have I been breathing the three years I've lived here?
Currently listening:
In Case We Die
By Architecture in Helsinki
Release date: 12 April, 2005
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
screwup
Current mood: sooooo sleeepy
I'm really trying not to screw up a new friendship. If someone gives you a phone number for talking about plans in the current week, is it OK to call them? Or is it like Swingers dating where you're supposed to wait a few days at least?
I called.
I thought after the first ring that I should just hang up, but then worried that call display might give me away. I don't know if call display is involved; I mean, we're new friends. So I left a lame message. No response. So I guess I should probably not think of it until we meet up again. Oh, how I wish my forcefield or whatever it is that messes up technological things would work its magic right now with the answering machine.
Bruce Campbell was in Vancouver on Sunday. My friend lined up at 8am. On a Sunday morning. And when I talked to him afterwards he was all excited and made me listen to a recording on his camera over the phone. Nerds: they're funny.
Currently reading:
The Door Is Open: Memoir of a Soup Kitchen Volunteer
By Bart Campbell
Release date: 01 May, 2001
I'm really trying not to screw up a new friendship. If someone gives you a phone number for talking about plans in the current week, is it OK to call them? Or is it like Swingers dating where you're supposed to wait a few days at least?
I called.
I thought after the first ring that I should just hang up, but then worried that call display might give me away. I don't know if call display is involved; I mean, we're new friends. So I left a lame message. No response. So I guess I should probably not think of it until we meet up again. Oh, how I wish my forcefield or whatever it is that messes up technological things would work its magic right now with the answering machine.
Bruce Campbell was in Vancouver on Sunday. My friend lined up at 8am. On a Sunday morning. And when I talked to him afterwards he was all excited and made me listen to a recording on his camera over the phone. Nerds: they're funny.
Currently reading:
The Door Is Open: Memoir of a Soup Kitchen Volunteer
By Bart Campbell
Release date: 01 May, 2001
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
tanoshimi ni
Current mood: blithe
This week is, like, the most exciting party week ever. Almost.
At work, I managed to score 4 passes to Playland for tomorrow night. These are like magic passes because it's an all-in-one party: free parking, free admission, free rides (including the Drop Zone, which normally costs $20 all on its own; who actually pays to be terrified? oh, wait, zombie movies...), free music (pass... I'm sure it will involve classic rock cover bands), and free food. But I never realised that Wednesday is the new Thursday which is the new Saturday, because I had a hard time finding people lacking Wednesday night plans. Or people that don't suffer from back problems. That wooden roller coaster rips the crap out of your back and it always feels like the wood is rotten enough to collapse at any moment. I guess that's the real fun of the thing because it doesn't go upside down, but you always feel like you're going to die. It's almost 50 years old. How long does wood last in rain?
On Friday I'm hoping to go to a Legion out toward the ferry to see my friend perform a few songs at an Elvis tribute night. He's getting ready to go to the big Elvis Festival in Penticton where he's competing as Young Elvis. Really, I'm more excited to go to the Legion and drink beer and clamato. I love the Legion.
And I get to see my little buddy August, now almost 3 months old, Friday morning. He rocks. He also likes Belle & Sebastian so we have a lot in common. But he's not quite a conversationalist yet. Just fakes me out with half smiles.
Currently listening:
Volcano, I'm Still Excited!!
By I'm Still Excited!! Volcano
Release date: 17 February, 2004
This week is, like, the most exciting party week ever. Almost.
At work, I managed to score 4 passes to Playland for tomorrow night. These are like magic passes because it's an all-in-one party: free parking, free admission, free rides (including the Drop Zone, which normally costs $20 all on its own; who actually pays to be terrified? oh, wait, zombie movies...), free music (pass... I'm sure it will involve classic rock cover bands), and free food. But I never realised that Wednesday is the new Thursday which is the new Saturday, because I had a hard time finding people lacking Wednesday night plans. Or people that don't suffer from back problems. That wooden roller coaster rips the crap out of your back and it always feels like the wood is rotten enough to collapse at any moment. I guess that's the real fun of the thing because it doesn't go upside down, but you always feel like you're going to die. It's almost 50 years old. How long does wood last in rain?
On Friday I'm hoping to go to a Legion out toward the ferry to see my friend perform a few songs at an Elvis tribute night. He's getting ready to go to the big Elvis Festival in Penticton where he's competing as Young Elvis. Really, I'm more excited to go to the Legion and drink beer and clamato. I love the Legion.
And I get to see my little buddy August, now almost 3 months old, Friday morning. He rocks. He also likes Belle & Sebastian so we have a lot in common. But he's not quite a conversationalist yet. Just fakes me out with half smiles.
Currently listening:
Volcano, I'm Still Excited!!
By I'm Still Excited!! Volcano
Release date: 17 February, 2004
Saturday, June 18, 2005
lack of fashion sense
Current mood: geeky
Last night I bought a band shirt. I think a lot of people bought the same one, because it was pretty cool. How long do I have to wait before I can wear it without running into someone else wearing the same shirt? How long does it take for people to get bored with something like that? Or do they just love it forever and wear it constantly? This distresses me.
I knew there was a reason I boycotted rock shirts for so long. I'm sure I should feel like I'm in a little club with other people wearing the same shirt, but I don't. It feels like they called each other to plan their wardrobes and neglected to call me, but I happened to wear it the same day anyway. Like I'll be ostracised for the coincidence. I mean, people in Vancouver aren't what I'd call friendly in the first place... What could they do if their individuality were put into question?
Whatever. It's an awesome shirt. And less offensive than the "Fuck me, I'm twee" shirt that I tried to wear to work.
Currently listening:
Hypnotised
By Undertones
Release date: 14 June, 1994
Last night I bought a band shirt. I think a lot of people bought the same one, because it was pretty cool. How long do I have to wait before I can wear it without running into someone else wearing the same shirt? How long does it take for people to get bored with something like that? Or do they just love it forever and wear it constantly? This distresses me.
I knew there was a reason I boycotted rock shirts for so long. I'm sure I should feel like I'm in a little club with other people wearing the same shirt, but I don't. It feels like they called each other to plan their wardrobes and neglected to call me, but I happened to wear it the same day anyway. Like I'll be ostracised for the coincidence. I mean, people in Vancouver aren't what I'd call friendly in the first place... What could they do if their individuality were put into question?
Whatever. It's an awesome shirt. And less offensive than the "Fuck me, I'm twee" shirt that I tried to wear to work.
Currently listening:
Hypnotised
By Undertones
Release date: 14 June, 1994
Friday, June 10, 2005
breaking
Current mood: ouch-induced boredom
I'm fairly certain ultimate frisbee will kill me. Last night my dumb teammate caused me injury. OK, here's the sit'ch:
I made a brilliant cut to lose my check. I was open for the disc. My teammate threw it toward me. At that moment another teammate decided that he wanted the disc and cut in front of me. Unfortunately, the disc was a little too high for him to catch and he tipped it down toward my face. Thankfully, I only got a small cut through my lip, but the blood freaked everybody out.
You see, everybody is used to twisted or sprained things, but there isn't much blood drawn in this sport. Play stopped for a good 5 minutes. People gawked. I was forced to the sidelines for the rest of the game. A pretty boring injury, really.
But today I'm filling in at reception and it looks like I have Botox with a circular bandaid on my lip. And I can't smile. I enjoy that part more than I should.
I'll add this injury to the popped calve muscle and the twisted ankle. By the end of the season I may need to be wheeled everywhere.
Strangely, one of the members on the other team was a guy I went to university with in Edmonton. He and I passed each other at the end of the game and went, "Hey!" He's a lawyer now and seems to be doing well. It's just the worst possible time to see someone I haven't seen in, like, 6 years: with a big, stupid bandaid on my face and with bloody gauze sticking out of my mouth.
Currently listening:
Bandwagonesque
By Teenage Fanclub
Release date: 12 August, 1997
I'm fairly certain ultimate frisbee will kill me. Last night my dumb teammate caused me injury. OK, here's the sit'ch:
I made a brilliant cut to lose my check. I was open for the disc. My teammate threw it toward me. At that moment another teammate decided that he wanted the disc and cut in front of me. Unfortunately, the disc was a little too high for him to catch and he tipped it down toward my face. Thankfully, I only got a small cut through my lip, but the blood freaked everybody out.
You see, everybody is used to twisted or sprained things, but there isn't much blood drawn in this sport. Play stopped for a good 5 minutes. People gawked. I was forced to the sidelines for the rest of the game. A pretty boring injury, really.
But today I'm filling in at reception and it looks like I have Botox with a circular bandaid on my lip. And I can't smile. I enjoy that part more than I should.
I'll add this injury to the popped calve muscle and the twisted ankle. By the end of the season I may need to be wheeled everywhere.
Strangely, one of the members on the other team was a guy I went to university with in Edmonton. He and I passed each other at the end of the game and went, "Hey!" He's a lawyer now and seems to be doing well. It's just the worst possible time to see someone I haven't seen in, like, 6 years: with a big, stupid bandaid on my face and with bloody gauze sticking out of my mouth.
Currently listening:
Bandwagonesque
By Teenage Fanclub
Release date: 12 August, 1997
Monday, June 6, 2005
fromage
Current mood: sore
I love cheese. All sorts of cheese. At work, one of the ladies has a stash of it that she always says we have to eat right away because it will go bad if we don't. I think she's looking for an enabler and that would be me. Today we have brie and a little bit of herbed havarti. The problem is that I'm away from the cheese, replacing someone on a break, and all I can think about is the brie. Brie....
Oh, and I have the stupidest sunburn ever from Saturday. I smeared sunscreen everywhere except for one little palm-sized spot that turned red and ouchy. Sun + me = pain
Currently listening:
The Milk of Human Kindness
By Caribou
Release date: 03 May, 2005
I love cheese. All sorts of cheese. At work, one of the ladies has a stash of it that she always says we have to eat right away because it will go bad if we don't. I think she's looking for an enabler and that would be me. Today we have brie and a little bit of herbed havarti. The problem is that I'm away from the cheese, replacing someone on a break, and all I can think about is the brie. Brie....
Oh, and I have the stupidest sunburn ever from Saturday. I smeared sunscreen everywhere except for one little palm-sized spot that turned red and ouchy. Sun + me = pain
Currently listening:
The Milk of Human Kindness
By Caribou
Release date: 03 May, 2005
Sunday, May 29, 2005
grad school woes
Current mood: disappointed
I just got an email from the admissions officer at the school I want to do a masters degree. It's not good. He basically told me that, because there are so many applicants, they're looking at people well above the required average. I am a little higher than the average, which now isn't good enough. So, I can go back to university for a year taking 300 and 400 level classes; apply elsewhere as, "[he's] sure that [I] would be easily admissible to one of the other Canadian library schools," with my average; try to contest it; or just give up. I don't want to deal with this today, but it's dealt me a blow. Guess I shouldn't have worked and volunteered through university. I forgot that academics don't care about well-roundedness.
So I might have to get rough and talk to some of the librarians at work who know this guy. I'm not above shaming someone into letting me in.
Currently listening:
Our Thickness
By Russian Futurists
Release date: 03 May, 2005
I just got an email from the admissions officer at the school I want to do a masters degree. It's not good. He basically told me that, because there are so many applicants, they're looking at people well above the required average. I am a little higher than the average, which now isn't good enough. So, I can go back to university for a year taking 300 and 400 level classes; apply elsewhere as, "[he's] sure that [I] would be easily admissible to one of the other Canadian library schools," with my average; try to contest it; or just give up. I don't want to deal with this today, but it's dealt me a blow. Guess I shouldn't have worked and volunteered through university. I forgot that academics don't care about well-roundedness.
So I might have to get rough and talk to some of the librarians at work who know this guy. I'm not above shaming someone into letting me in.
Currently listening:
Our Thickness
By Russian Futurists
Release date: 03 May, 2005
Monday, May 23, 2005
the desert in spring
Current mood: content
Visiting my parents at this time of the year is always lovely because everything is still green and pretty. The garden is starting to take form and we've been drying dill today for me to take home. Mom has already picked rhubarb and chives. Dad cut the grass today, leaving that clean, grassy smell lingering around the yard. It's one of the best times to visit because it isn't so stinking hot yet and tourists haven't really arrived with fresh head scars from their holiday lobotomies. But being in a small town during holidays also means nothing is open save for the local hardware store, drugstore, and one of the grocery stores. All will be closed by 5pm today. My favourite time of the year here, though, is cherry/nectarine season. Sure, there's a little bit of a break between the two, but usually someone is holding onto one tree of cherries when nectarines are turning. I'm hoping my parents will come for a visit during or shortly after this time so I can score some cheap, tree-ripened fruit. I really miss knowing exactly where my fruit and vegetables come from, especially when they're from Mom and Dad's yard.
Currently listening:
The Lonely Bull
By Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass
Release date: 08 February, 2005
Visiting my parents at this time of the year is always lovely because everything is still green and pretty. The garden is starting to take form and we've been drying dill today for me to take home. Mom has already picked rhubarb and chives. Dad cut the grass today, leaving that clean, grassy smell lingering around the yard. It's one of the best times to visit because it isn't so stinking hot yet and tourists haven't really arrived with fresh head scars from their holiday lobotomies. But being in a small town during holidays also means nothing is open save for the local hardware store, drugstore, and one of the grocery stores. All will be closed by 5pm today. My favourite time of the year here, though, is cherry/nectarine season. Sure, there's a little bit of a break between the two, but usually someone is holding onto one tree of cherries when nectarines are turning. I'm hoping my parents will come for a visit during or shortly after this time so I can score some cheap, tree-ripened fruit. I really miss knowing exactly where my fruit and vegetables come from, especially when they're from Mom and Dad's yard.
Currently listening:
The Lonely Bull
By Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass
Release date: 08 February, 2005
Friday, May 20, 2005
for those about to rock...
Current mood: agog
I got the new Spoon today and, holy crap, how exciting. Can't believe they'll be here in a few weeks. Before that, though, there's the Caribou/Junior Boys/Russian Futurists show to deal with and the next day it's Architecture in Helsinki. So much fun! Also looking forward to Out Hud because the bits I've heard have been dope. Seems I'm feeling a bit more electronic than jangly. But I'm wearing my Tullycraft shirt today, so inside I'm still twee. Or at least my chest is.
Currently listening:
Gimme Fiction [Bonus CD]
By Spoon
Release date: 10 May, 2005
I got the new Spoon today and, holy crap, how exciting. Can't believe they'll be here in a few weeks. Before that, though, there's the Caribou/Junior Boys/Russian Futurists show to deal with and the next day it's Architecture in Helsinki. So much fun! Also looking forward to Out Hud because the bits I've heard have been dope. Seems I'm feeling a bit more electronic than jangly. But I'm wearing my Tullycraft shirt today, so inside I'm still twee. Or at least my chest is.
Currently listening:
Gimme Fiction [Bonus CD]
By Spoon
Release date: 10 May, 2005
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
achy breaky ankle
Current mood:basic
Since the spectacularly unimpressive tumble I took last week at Ultimate, my twisted ankle has not improved much. And yet I'm expected on the field tomorrow. Oh, the horror. Old bones suck. Old bones that have experienced the same injury repeatedly for umpteen years suck more. If I get another injury I'm going to be out for the season and have to find another girl to take my place. No more eye candy... Note to self: endeavor to not trip over one's own feet. I'm totally going to drown my sorrows in Chinatown with some dim sum. Totally.
Currently listening:
Throw Down the Reins
By Panurge
Release date: 23 March, 2004
Since the spectacularly unimpressive tumble I took last week at Ultimate, my twisted ankle has not improved much. And yet I'm expected on the field tomorrow. Oh, the horror. Old bones suck. Old bones that have experienced the same injury repeatedly for umpteen years suck more. If I get another injury I'm going to be out for the season and have to find another girl to take my place. No more eye candy... Note to self: endeavor to not trip over one's own feet. I'm totally going to drown my sorrows in Chinatown with some dim sum. Totally.
Currently listening:
Throw Down the Reins
By Panurge
Release date: 23 March, 2004
Monday, May 16, 2005
diy turmoil
Current mood: decision-making distress
Situation: large travel trunk in common storage of living quarters is up for grabs for anyone who wants it.
Problem: trunk has an unknown past, other than it was a past tenant's, and one may be unsure of what might be living in said trunk.
Dilemma: put the effort into redoing the whole darn thing, inside and out, to ensure all living organisms are covered in some sort of toxic brushed-on goop OR letting it go to the alley for the dumpster divers.
Pro: could be spiffied up with cool interior fabric and shelves to store the fabric collection that has gotten out of control within the confines of The Cave. Also could house the serger/sewing machine combo (it's that big!) in an alternating fashion if required/desired.
Con: it's fricking huge and may have stored a body at one point in its history. Perhaps now even...I still don't know what to do.
Currently listening:
If You're Feeling Sinister
By Belle & Sebastian
Release date: 23 June, 1999
Situation: large travel trunk in common storage of living quarters is up for grabs for anyone who wants it.
Problem: trunk has an unknown past, other than it was a past tenant's, and one may be unsure of what might be living in said trunk.
Dilemma: put the effort into redoing the whole darn thing, inside and out, to ensure all living organisms are covered in some sort of toxic brushed-on goop OR letting it go to the alley for the dumpster divers.
Pro: could be spiffied up with cool interior fabric and shelves to store the fabric collection that has gotten out of control within the confines of The Cave. Also could house the serger/sewing machine combo (it's that big!) in an alternating fashion if required/desired.
Con: it's fricking huge and may have stored a body at one point in its history. Perhaps now even...I still don't know what to do.
Currently listening:
If You're Feeling Sinister
By Belle & Sebastian
Release date: 23 June, 1999
Sunday, May 15, 2005
can you feel my heartbeat?
Current mood: groggy
I almost felt up to tackling the massive cleanup project within The Cave. Almost... I only have about an hour before I have to leave the house anyway. And that time should be spent swaying slightly to music in a book-reading trance. Or on personal hygiene.
Currently listening:
Puzzle
By Tahiti 80
Release date: 06 June, 2000
I almost felt up to tackling the massive cleanup project within The Cave. Almost... I only have about an hour before I have to leave the house anyway. And that time should be spent swaying slightly to music in a book-reading trance. Or on personal hygiene.
Currently listening:
Puzzle
By Tahiti 80
Release date: 06 June, 2000
Saturday, May 14, 2005
when will this day end?
Current mood: melancholy
I have to make a tex-mex dip for my friend's party. Since when has making dips become a chore?
Currently listening:
Vauxhall and I
By Morrissey
Release date: 22 March, 1994
I have to make a tex-mex dip for my friend's party. Since when has making dips become a chore?
Currently listening:
Vauxhall and I
By Morrissey
Release date: 22 March, 1994
rain, rain, go away
Current mood: manic depressive
It would appear that I'm losing it. Since seeing an old ex-boyfriend's book requests show up at work, the ex that I thought must have died of a drug overdose or anxiety, I've felt out of sorts. It unnerves me that he lives in the same city as me. I never want to see him again. And, judging by the books, he is either a big mess or is studying a certain type of person who is a big mess. I'd rather he be a mess. Because I am. I appreciate equality.
Currently listening:
Quiet Is the New Loud
By The Kings of Convenience
Release date: 06 March, 2001
It would appear that I'm losing it. Since seeing an old ex-boyfriend's book requests show up at work, the ex that I thought must have died of a drug overdose or anxiety, I've felt out of sorts. It unnerves me that he lives in the same city as me. I never want to see him again. And, judging by the books, he is either a big mess or is studying a certain type of person who is a big mess. I'd rather he be a mess. Because I am. I appreciate equality.
Currently listening:
Quiet Is the New Loud
By The Kings of Convenience
Release date: 06 March, 2001
Friday, May 13, 2005
alone in the cave
Current mood: subdued
Why is it so hard to leave the house when I don't have anywhere to go? I sure would like a slurpee-type beverage from the corner store near my house. They have root beer _and_ pink cream soda. Mmmmmm...
Currently listening:
Ablum by Duplex
By Duplex
Release date: 03 May, 2005
Why is it so hard to leave the house when I don't have anywhere to go? I sure would like a slurpee-type beverage from the corner store near my house. They have root beer _and_ pink cream soda. Mmmmmm...
Currently listening:
Ablum by Duplex
By Duplex
Release date: 03 May, 2005
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