This week I am trying to be an adult, but it isn't working so well.
I was meant to clean the house and start preparations for my party this weekend. The house is still fairly chaotic, though the hand towels will be clean, and a few things are really preventing me from getting down to it:
1) I have to go through my piles of papers to collect all my tax info so I can send it off to my accountant in a timely manner. This has to be done before I clean because cleaning means moving piles and moving piles means my system's integrity is destroyed. No piles, no tax return. No tax return, no tuition.
2) The door prizes are taking a lot longer than I would like. I feel a certain level of guilt that not everyone will be going home with something, but it's hard to make that many individual things. And a few things might not get done at all, which is even more frustrating because they could be fun prizes. Guh.
3) Assignments at school aren't going very well. Motivation, as usual, is an issue. Like, really, how can I concentrate on school when there are things to sew and spray and tape?
Are there pills that help you concentrate better? That aren't prescription or require a doctor's stationery?
Also, is there a way to get WhiteOut out without scratching the surface all to hell if it's smeared on a textured surface? Just asking...
Currently listening :
Make Love to You
By The Castaway Stones
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
tipsy is the new happy
What a whirlwind of activity!
Well, not really.
Just back from a delightful evening spent with Toronto friend Alana. She's in town for work and we met up for drinks after she finished her work. I had a couple of snakebites. I'm such a fricking lightweight that I almost fell asleep on the bus home. She's super rad; I wish she and Dave lived in Vancouver, but they are good incentive to visit the COTU. I suspect she just humoured me after a while, as my stories got increasingly dull and the more I drank the slurier I got. (Any spelling/grammar errors are caused exclusively by the snakebites.)
Sigh.
I picked up my post on the way into my apartment building. There was a hefty envelope of a slightly thicker width than the standard bills I get in the mail. The handwriting said it came from Providence, Rhode Island. Who do I know in Providence? No one, as far as I can remember. It was with great excitement that I opened the envelope to find... stationery! It's the most awesome stationery. Little cards with cassette tapes on them and red envelopes. Whomever my stationery fairy is.... Thank you!
Saturday I'm finally going to celebrate my birthday. I had a lot of stuff going on during my actual birthday last fall and was not in a celebratory mood, so shortly after my actual birthday I thought a 33 1/3 birthday party would be better. Saturday is almost exactly 1/3 of the way into my 33rd year. I had grand plans, but the threat of assignments has led to a slightly less prepared party than I wanted. The door prizes are sort of half-good, but there aren't enough for everyone... It will be a lucky few who will go home with something. The guilt is less severe knowing I either make more prizes or finish planning the presentation I'm scheduled to do the following Monday morning. Sorry in advance if you don't win.
The last couple of days have been emotionally draining and I think I'd better get to bed. This morning I woke up after 5 1/2 hours sleep and went most of the day on my 7:30am breakfast. Dinner consisted of some sort of extra-strength pain killer and a grande mocha with two shots of espresso. My heart was racing for most of the evening until I started to crash. I wonder what all this stress, guilt and poor eating is doing to me... I sometimes like to think I've reached that crazy balance that Mr. Burns had, where all the illnesses reached equilibrium and made him live despite everything in his body fighting against him. I am hoping that's the case.
So much more is going on in my head, but I can't begin to go into it right now.
Currently listening :
Winners Never Quit
By Pedro the Lion
Release date: 28 March, 2000
Well, not really.
Just back from a delightful evening spent with Toronto friend Alana. She's in town for work and we met up for drinks after she finished her work. I had a couple of snakebites. I'm such a fricking lightweight that I almost fell asleep on the bus home. She's super rad; I wish she and Dave lived in Vancouver, but they are good incentive to visit the COTU. I suspect she just humoured me after a while, as my stories got increasingly dull and the more I drank the slurier I got. (Any spelling/grammar errors are caused exclusively by the snakebites.)
Sigh.
I picked up my post on the way into my apartment building. There was a hefty envelope of a slightly thicker width than the standard bills I get in the mail. The handwriting said it came from Providence, Rhode Island. Who do I know in Providence? No one, as far as I can remember. It was with great excitement that I opened the envelope to find... stationery! It's the most awesome stationery. Little cards with cassette tapes on them and red envelopes. Whomever my stationery fairy is.... Thank you!
Saturday I'm finally going to celebrate my birthday. I had a lot of stuff going on during my actual birthday last fall and was not in a celebratory mood, so shortly after my actual birthday I thought a 33 1/3 birthday party would be better. Saturday is almost exactly 1/3 of the way into my 33rd year. I had grand plans, but the threat of assignments has led to a slightly less prepared party than I wanted. The door prizes are sort of half-good, but there aren't enough for everyone... It will be a lucky few who will go home with something. The guilt is less severe knowing I either make more prizes or finish planning the presentation I'm scheduled to do the following Monday morning. Sorry in advance if you don't win.
The last couple of days have been emotionally draining and I think I'd better get to bed. This morning I woke up after 5 1/2 hours sleep and went most of the day on my 7:30am breakfast. Dinner consisted of some sort of extra-strength pain killer and a grande mocha with two shots of espresso. My heart was racing for most of the evening until I started to crash. I wonder what all this stress, guilt and poor eating is doing to me... I sometimes like to think I've reached that crazy balance that Mr. Burns had, where all the illnesses reached equilibrium and made him live despite everything in his body fighting against him. I am hoping that's the case.
So much more is going on in my head, but I can't begin to go into it right now.
Currently listening :
Winners Never Quit
By Pedro the Lion
Release date: 28 March, 2000
Thursday, February 22, 2007
so good
I have to admit something. I can't pretend anymore...
In my fridge, I have a small stash of flavoured soy milk. I'm a little embarrassed about it because I'm not even sure I like soy milk. I don't know that I've ever had plain soy milk, or if I did it's been quite a number of years, perhaps back when my sister was a rabidly overwhelming vegetarian/border-vegan. (I realise that description doesn't really make any sense... rabidly overwhelming? What the hell am I trying to say? But I refuse to self-edit it out.) Yet, it's still there and I still drink it.
Originally I started buying it because I had tummy grumbles in class and it was getting pretty embarrassing, the low rumble at the same time every morning. I'm almost certain people around me thought I was harbouring a small tiger somewhere on my person. The label claims various impressive things about high nutrient content. The little tetra of soy milk stopped the grumble so I could get through class without the humiliation of an angry belly. Except then I suffered the humiliation of drinking strawberry-flavoured soy milk in front of people who will be professional colleagues in the next year or so. How can you take someone seriously when they're drinking strawberry-flavoured soy milk?
And flavoured soy milk in general seems a bit weird. If it's meant to be a substitute for milk, shouldn't I stop buying/drinking milk? Would I actually buy strawberry-flavoured milk? Likely no. I can't even believe I liked strawberry Quik so much when I was a kid. Didn't I have tastebuds? That I like this stuff, does it mean I'm getting old-person tastebuds?
I even have a favourite brand.
Once, recently even, I was making a quiche and realised midway through the recipe that I didn't have milk. But I did have vanilla soy milk. So I put it in the recipe, which turned out OK but had a sweet smell, likely not the best pairing for broccoli/feta.
Last night I'm not sure I slept. Like, at all. I was still wide awake at 2:30am. My throat started feeling weird. I looked at my clock at 7:30 and decided to get up. I'm not sure when the lack of sleep is going to hit me, but I'm counting on it. I have a hair appointment this afternoon so, if I don't sleep when my laundry is done, I'm pretty sure I'll be nodding off in the chair. Thank goodness I trust my stylist not to make me look like a freakshow.
See any correlation?
Currently listening :
Nonstop to Tokyo Ep
By Pizzicato Five
Release date: 09 September, 2003
In my fridge, I have a small stash of flavoured soy milk. I'm a little embarrassed about it because I'm not even sure I like soy milk. I don't know that I've ever had plain soy milk, or if I did it's been quite a number of years, perhaps back when my sister was a rabidly overwhelming vegetarian/border-vegan. (I realise that description doesn't really make any sense... rabidly overwhelming? What the hell am I trying to say? But I refuse to self-edit it out.) Yet, it's still there and I still drink it.
Originally I started buying it because I had tummy grumbles in class and it was getting pretty embarrassing, the low rumble at the same time every morning. I'm almost certain people around me thought I was harbouring a small tiger somewhere on my person. The label claims various impressive things about high nutrient content. The little tetra of soy milk stopped the grumble so I could get through class without the humiliation of an angry belly. Except then I suffered the humiliation of drinking strawberry-flavoured soy milk in front of people who will be professional colleagues in the next year or so. How can you take someone seriously when they're drinking strawberry-flavoured soy milk?
And flavoured soy milk in general seems a bit weird. If it's meant to be a substitute for milk, shouldn't I stop buying/drinking milk? Would I actually buy strawberry-flavoured milk? Likely no. I can't even believe I liked strawberry Quik so much when I was a kid. Didn't I have tastebuds? That I like this stuff, does it mean I'm getting old-person tastebuds?
I even have a favourite brand.
Once, recently even, I was making a quiche and realised midway through the recipe that I didn't have milk. But I did have vanilla soy milk. So I put it in the recipe, which turned out OK but had a sweet smell, likely not the best pairing for broccoli/feta.
Last night I'm not sure I slept. Like, at all. I was still wide awake at 2:30am. My throat started feeling weird. I looked at my clock at 7:30 and decided to get up. I'm not sure when the lack of sleep is going to hit me, but I'm counting on it. I have a hair appointment this afternoon so, if I don't sleep when my laundry is done, I'm pretty sure I'll be nodding off in the chair. Thank goodness I trust my stylist not to make me look like a freakshow.
See any correlation?
Currently listening :
Nonstop to Tokyo Ep
By Pizzicato Five
Release date: 09 September, 2003
Saturday, February 17, 2007
overtaken
Around lunchtime yesterday I started getting a scratchy throat. I had plans last night that I didn't want to cancel, so ignored it and went for a coffee with Terry (who just finished the Cold FX cycle) and then met Eileen and Glenn for hotdogs and 1940s propaganda films. I picked up a bottle of Cold FX for myself and took the first round of it before the film. By the end of it, I was stuffed up and could barely breathe without wheezing. It was so strange, how fast this cold has attacked me.
This morning I contemplated skipping out of the course I signed up for, but thought better of it. It could be a place I would want to work after I graduate, so dragged myself out to campus for 9am. I managed to stay until after 2pm (it went until 4), but couldn't convince myself listening to that was better than sleeping. My supervisor happened to be at the course as well, so I told him I would probably call in sick sometime this week, judging by how crappy I was feeling on Day 1 1/2 and he told me I could skip on the days I'm working as an LAI, which is fine with me.
I stopped off at the shop to pick up soup and orange juice. I'm waiting for my soup to cool enough to drink/eat.
Tonight I'm supposed to go to my friends' going-away party, since they're moving to LA in a week or so. But I do feel dreadful. But I do want to see them. But my throat hurts. But I am going to sleep as soon as I'm done my soup. But that doesn't mean I should go out and make myself sicker.
Really, I'm hoping to makeout with someone tonight and make him sick. One friend claims I'm only contageous when I'm not showing symptoms, so I'm ready to lock lips now. Boys beware!
I guess that headache on Tuesday was a sign of things to come. Guh.
Sleep time now.
Currently listening :
Owl & the Pussycat
By Owl & the Pussycat
Release date: 18 February, 2003
This morning I contemplated skipping out of the course I signed up for, but thought better of it. It could be a place I would want to work after I graduate, so dragged myself out to campus for 9am. I managed to stay until after 2pm (it went until 4), but couldn't convince myself listening to that was better than sleeping. My supervisor happened to be at the course as well, so I told him I would probably call in sick sometime this week, judging by how crappy I was feeling on Day 1 1/2 and he told me I could skip on the days I'm working as an LAI, which is fine with me.
I stopped off at the shop to pick up soup and orange juice. I'm waiting for my soup to cool enough to drink/eat.
Tonight I'm supposed to go to my friends' going-away party, since they're moving to LA in a week or so. But I do feel dreadful. But I do want to see them. But my throat hurts. But I am going to sleep as soon as I'm done my soup. But that doesn't mean I should go out and make myself sicker.
Really, I'm hoping to makeout with someone tonight and make him sick. One friend claims I'm only contageous when I'm not showing symptoms, so I'm ready to lock lips now. Boys beware!
I guess that headache on Tuesday was a sign of things to come. Guh.
Sleep time now.
Currently listening :
Owl & the Pussycat
By Owl & the Pussycat
Release date: 18 February, 2003
Thursday, February 15, 2007
books written for girls
Since the show, I've been listening more closely to Camera Obscura. I don't know what I usually listen to when I listen to them, but I've become obsessed with "Books Written For Girls" because it seems so fitting about someone I know.
How do you tell someone you like that they are a bit of an asshole?
I'm trying not to get too caught up in CA because I know that, like the Softies, too much listening could crush my hope that not everyone sucks. I know that, as much as I love her, I can't listen to Rose Melberg-related music during certain moods.
Speaking of which, my friend Scott just tipped me onto Au Revoir Simone, a lovely slightly fuzzy threesome from Brooklyn that harmonse quite a lot like the Softies. They will be a nice addition to my wistful soundtracks for heartbreak and longing.
Maybe it's time to get back into harder stuff. The soft, gentle stuff is making me wimpier than usual. I blame my hair for my musical tastes. If I didn't like having my hair stroked I wouldn't be in this mess. Hair stroking and hand holding are my weaknesses. This music just provides such a nice soundtrack for it.
Yesterday at work we talked about my hands, how tiny they are, and I said I was worried about them looking old. Now my friend keeps teasing me about my old hands. I think I need to get a better moisturiser to combat.
I think I need a nap before school.
Currently listening :
Underachievers Please Try Harder
By Camera Obscura
Release date: 20 January, 2004
How do you tell someone you like that they are a bit of an asshole?
I'm trying not to get too caught up in CA because I know that, like the Softies, too much listening could crush my hope that not everyone sucks. I know that, as much as I love her, I can't listen to Rose Melberg-related music during certain moods.
Speaking of which, my friend Scott just tipped me onto Au Revoir Simone, a lovely slightly fuzzy threesome from Brooklyn that harmonse quite a lot like the Softies. They will be a nice addition to my wistful soundtracks for heartbreak and longing.
Maybe it's time to get back into harder stuff. The soft, gentle stuff is making me wimpier than usual. I blame my hair for my musical tastes. If I didn't like having my hair stroked I wouldn't be in this mess. Hair stroking and hand holding are my weaknesses. This music just provides such a nice soundtrack for it.
Yesterday at work we talked about my hands, how tiny they are, and I said I was worried about them looking old. Now my friend keeps teasing me about my old hands. I think I need to get a better moisturiser to combat.
I think I need a nap before school.
Currently listening :
Underachievers Please Try Harder
By Camera Obscura
Release date: 20 January, 2004
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
give it up
After declaring I wouldn't do it again, I am thinking about doing Lent this year. I realise that last year's "no chocolate" sacrafice has spawned non-Catholics who witnessed that hell to adopt the tradition this year. I don't really get why anyone would volunteer for such a thing, but whatever.
People are giving up cake and cookies, but no one ever gives up beer. I am thinking of giving up pop since it seems counterproductive to give up greens.
Just home from Camera Obscura and it was lovely. I adore Tracyanne and she was much more chipper this time around. She smiled from the start and even laughed (laughed!) a number of times. I went with Glenn and Eileen, and had a very nice time chatting with them. On the way out I saw Neal and Nicola, and wanted to talk more, but had to get home. I will see them soon enough, I suppose, since my birthday party (the one that is 4 months late) is coming up early next month.
Which reminds me... I need to start crafting some door prizes. Maybe I can do those instead of my homework.
Need sleep now. I have to leave for school in, like, 7 hours.
Currently listening :
Let's Get Out of This Country
By Camera Obscura
Release date: 06 June, 2006
People are giving up cake and cookies, but no one ever gives up beer. I am thinking of giving up pop since it seems counterproductive to give up greens.
Just home from Camera Obscura and it was lovely. I adore Tracyanne and she was much more chipper this time around. She smiled from the start and even laughed (laughed!) a number of times. I went with Glenn and Eileen, and had a very nice time chatting with them. On the way out I saw Neal and Nicola, and wanted to talk more, but had to get home. I will see them soon enough, I suppose, since my birthday party (the one that is 4 months late) is coming up early next month.
Which reminds me... I need to start crafting some door prizes. Maybe I can do those instead of my homework.
Need sleep now. I have to leave for school in, like, 7 hours.
Currently listening :
Let's Get Out of This Country
By Camera Obscura
Release date: 06 June, 2006
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
head case
I'm on a sick day today. My head was pounding this morning and I had to shake myself awake to try to remember if I drank last night. I hadn't, so after lying around for a bit to see if the pounding would stop I decided to call in sick. I've run out of painkillers, otherwise I might have dragged myself in. As it is, my tummy feels a little queasy and light hurts my eyes. And my head still hurts.
I probably need a mental health day, anyway.
Rather than doing something useful, like homework or the mini-assignment I need to do for tomorrow's cataloguing class, I'm still inputing CDs into my computer. This is taking forever. I talked to someone who has been getting rid of his record collection and, while I respect the initiative, I don't think I could ever do that. Ever. Even having everything in my computer I wouldn't get rid of any of it. I'm way too attached to the liner notes.
One day I should probably organise the collection for real. I've been putting it off because I haven't seen a storage system that really meets my needs, but it's a pretty ridiculous arrangement right now. Boxes and piles are only good if you can access them; the reason they're all getting dumped on the computer is because they've been unaccessible for ages.
Like, is library school really making me this boring? I'm talking about cataloguing, for cripes sake.
I have visions of arranging stuff like Parker Posey in "Party Girl" with the card catalogue and everything, but, really, how much of a nerd do I need to prove I am? I'm one step away from organising my books in Dewey decimal with nameplates inside the cover and borrower cards. I think a system like that would prevent anyone from ever wanting to borrow anything from me ever again, and I'm OK with that.
I'm also thinking of a system for storing my hardcopy photos that doesn't involve photo albums.
You'd think with all this interest in organising stuff I'd be more into doing my homework.
Currently listening :
Psycho Babylon
By The Ids
Release date: 23 September, 1997
I probably need a mental health day, anyway.
Rather than doing something useful, like homework or the mini-assignment I need to do for tomorrow's cataloguing class, I'm still inputing CDs into my computer. This is taking forever. I talked to someone who has been getting rid of his record collection and, while I respect the initiative, I don't think I could ever do that. Ever. Even having everything in my computer I wouldn't get rid of any of it. I'm way too attached to the liner notes.
One day I should probably organise the collection for real. I've been putting it off because I haven't seen a storage system that really meets my needs, but it's a pretty ridiculous arrangement right now. Boxes and piles are only good if you can access them; the reason they're all getting dumped on the computer is because they've been unaccessible for ages.
Like, is library school really making me this boring? I'm talking about cataloguing, for cripes sake.
I have visions of arranging stuff like Parker Posey in "Party Girl" with the card catalogue and everything, but, really, how much of a nerd do I need to prove I am? I'm one step away from organising my books in Dewey decimal with nameplates inside the cover and borrower cards. I think a system like that would prevent anyone from ever wanting to borrow anything from me ever again, and I'm OK with that.
I'm also thinking of a system for storing my hardcopy photos that doesn't involve photo albums.
You'd think with all this interest in organising stuff I'd be more into doing my homework.
Currently listening :
Psycho Babylon
By The Ids
Release date: 23 September, 1997
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