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

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

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

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

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