Bye!

Post-Christmas Blues

2007-12-27T10:45:00.000-05:00

Thanks to everyone who made the holidays happy and fun this year! Family, friends, pets.

Not being at school is my favourite intangible thing.

Merry Christmas!

2007-12-24T23:17:00.000-05:00

Enjoy time with loved ones (and don't catch the flu).

Going back to bed now.

Look, it's you!

2007-12-21T07:18:00.001-05:00

Honours

2007-12-18T13:28:00.000-05:00

Grades are up and I'm feelin' fine. Three weeks of nothin'-to-do but sweet, sweet retail... well that's just my(yyyyy, vision of) heaven right now. I even shocked the shit out of myself and took a shift yesterday. A long one! I am the craziest.

Happy birthday, Kev! You know you got no flow.

Cough, cough.

2007-12-17T19:35:00.000-05:00

Francis: You once went on and on about how the winter does not bring you the cold. But winter happened yesterday, and all of a sudden, I am getting sick. How do you explain this?

I hate you!

Gone before his time.

2007-12-13T19:11:00.000-05:00

I've said it before. I'll say it again. The good die young.

Kevin Frankish: Just plain silly!

2007-12-11T23:14:00.000-05:00

My favourite Google hit yet:

There's been a damper on my livelihood these past 24 hours. Twenty-nine, actually. But listening to music that cool friends have sent me and perusing Zunior has made me a bit happier. This referral thing is just the cherry on top of the ice cream of "almost feeling better".

Thank you.

Really??

2007-12-10T22:15:00.001-05:00

This long after... really? Come on now. Fuck off. No one's buying it anymore.

Also, Rico decided my camera would enjoy a night submerged in his bowl of water, so that will probably need to be replaced. Yay no moneyyyy!

Lesson Learned

2007-12-08T13:33:00.000-05:00

I'm taking back some presents this week. There is no need for me to be generous with my money for people who are greedy.

Competition

2007-12-07T00:04:00.000-05:00

For the most part, my apathy has left the building, but I wouldn't say that I've grown competitive either. Motivated, yes. Competitive, no. I still don't yet care enough to compete like I used to. I find it, for the most part, immature; the kind of competition that most people engage in day-to-day. No one really strives for any measure of accomplishment other than "I beat [name], so ha."

Maybe it's part of being a worn-out adult, but I just can't bring myself to care about that irrelevant stuff anymore. It seems childish and a waste of time, time better spent on improving the things I feel I should.

And yes, this ambiguous blog entry was brought to you by "?" and ":|" and by people deciding to hug their friends harder when they find out I hug my friends, and by people taking the same pictures that I take a day after I take them, and by people who rediscover bubbles a week after I do at rock shows, and by people in a student organization trying to decrease their boredom by starting wild Y&R-esque rumours about sabotage and deceit.

And we all thought high school ended five years ago.

The more I grow up, the more I realize that high school is eternal as long as you are socially-inclined.

And I really wish the girl who kept following me covert-style downtown last year to try and get some juicy inside scoop on my boring social life and who would call my boyfriend any time she saw me talking closely to people while a loud band was playing.... well, I really wish that girl would stop messaging him on MSN a year later. It's a small favour to ask from someone who I genuinely liked before said creepiness was brought on by her own failing relationship woes. So please? Go away?

Thx.

o hai do u liek my watch

2007-12-06T21:04:00.000-05:00

A sample of comments made on a number of my Flickr photos the other day is below. Each comment is from a separate photo. Many of the photos are from different eras and contain different watches. Creepy life.

kidrock500 says:
Your black strap watch goes so perfectly with your jeans

kidrock500 says:
I love the black strap watch on your wrist

kidrock500 says:
Your watch is just beautiful on your wrist

kidrock500 says:
Your eyes are so pretty just like the watch on your wrist

kidrock500 says:
You are so beautiful and so is the watch on your wrist

kidrock500 says:
I love the watch on your wrist,it is so perfect for any outfit that you wear

kidrock500 says:
This watch is so beautiful,do you have any shots of this watch on your wrist

Hello Macy!

2007-12-03T21:26:00.000-05:00

Macy Jade. Born December 1, 2007. 9lbs 13oz.
Big, big baby girl.

Congratulations, Kristin and Dana! We all wish you the best of luck in raising your beautiful new little girl and starting your family life together.

Let me babysit sometime!!! She's so cute!

Hooray!

2007-11-27T23:18:00.000-05:00

No more sittin' in the gutter for this guy! Congrats, sweetheart. If I even had the dimmest idea of what kinds of things you do in your job, I'd say you'll be the best darn one of those who ever was! I'll say it anyway.

Ahh, Diorama-Rama. My favourite school event, next to Hearing Test Thursday.

2007-11-26T21:28:00.000-05:00

We are on the homestretch.

Health levels are low; probably something to do with never eating properly. Hm. About that. I feel like I have no time to do anything but write reports, study, and, occasionally, sleep and use the bathroom. I managed another 100% on the Stats test for which I studied like hell for a week and a half. Payoff is nice. No sleep or food is not.

So today I went out like a real fancy pants in the cold rain like daggers on my face and hands and I bought some toilet paper that probably isn't commonly used by food stamp kids. I felt I deserved it after getting that Stats test back. I'm feeling a little out of sorts. I'm sure you can tell. It's all a little overwhelming right now; spoiling myself with proper toilet paper.

http://www.japanprobe.com/?p=3224

Tomorrow is another day where I probably won't be an aunt yet. Kristin's baby is having a good old time in the womb and I don't blame her. It's cold out here.

Here's where I'm at:

2007-11-21T14:19:00.000-05:00

School has made me into a monster.

Pretty soon I kind of feel like I'll end up passing out naked on my ex-best friend's couch after a night full of making people feel physically uncomfortable.

Oh wait. No I won't. But what a random thought to enter my mind!

You're pretty sick, Chubbs.

2007-11-20T23:18:00.001-05:00

I found a picture of some guy's ass crack in my Received Files. I've never seen this picture before (which makes me wonder why it's in my folder), but the clothing looks familiar. (Seriously! I recognize those pants.) Maybe someone can tell me whose ass it is? I've even tried deciphering this mystery through the camera type (Nikon D50), the Date Created (March 2007?) and the ring worn by the undie-snapper. No dice!

Yes, this is all in attempts to distract myself from things I really should be doing.

Take it all away

2007-11-19T22:26:00.000-05:00

You know what really gets my goat?

People. People of every shape, size, texture, class and colour. Smart people and stupid people alike. Everyone has flaws. For a perfectionist (who also has many flaws), this is a tough concept to deal with.

I award us each a gold star for dealing with people every day, unless we are the people who are irritating the others (which, in all probability, we are).

Ew

2007-11-16T23:03:00.000-05:00

These videos (see "Watch It") haunt me every Thursday and Friday. Not only do I often get to see them in class, but I see them as I settle down for my (quality) Thursday night TV marathon.

I'm both for and against the commercials. I shudder every time I watch them. I actually, noticeably flinch, and say "Dwughghghhhhh!" when I see them. Especially the one with the grease in the face of the girl, which is not on that site yet.

RAWF

2007-11-11T23:05:00.000-05:00

We saw many goats, many sheep, a bunch of pigs who stunk like a fire made of poo, and some horses, cows, and llamas. An alpaca was there too, as I recall.

I had a really nice weekend. Did you?

Playing Blogtag

2007-11-06T22:38:00.001-05:00

Mostly completely unrelated scenarios, but I really start to get concerned when:

At a seminar, if someone (repeatedly) mentions how people might "off themselves" or "slit your throat" if they get fired.
A person seems not to have their own mindset anymore, adopting the personalities of those they admire or even loathe in order to maybe get a little closer to their goals.
People take the same photos as me but have never met me outside of the blogosphere. Yes, that one's a little weird, but I'm serious.
I realize that I might end up one of those women who takes her career too seriously and never gets to put her seven-year-old to bed on time because her job is just too important to come home after putting in 14 hours and not 15.
I realize I like pointy heels and my feet may as a result end up like those deformed ones with bunions that I had to see every day for the brief period of my life where I worked for a shitty shoe store.
I realize I'd rather be something totally impractical and probably not even realistic than be a businesswoman. But I suppose I've paid a billion dollars in tuition and living expenses so far; might as well finish 'er up before I move on to my next hair-brained scheme.
On the bus, I find myself making various facial expressions as I think of different things, one after another. I've really got to stop doing that. People are probably terrified.

These are all very good reasons to be concerned.

Rabbits

2007-11-01T00:06:00.000-04:00

This is sure to be a fun-filled month.
And by that, I mean that it will be very not fun at all, except for the fact that I will, by the end of it, be an auntie.

Other than that though, yeah. No fun. Happy November anyway.

PS, Hallowe'en was, to say the least, lackluster.

O thaz why

2007-10-30T22:49:00.000-04:00

Answer to Sunday's question posed:
Because, apparently, I write exams best when I stay up ridiculously late barely studying.
After a brief, week-long hiatus, the horseshoe has re-wedged itself into the back-end of me.

I really could've gone without forgetting my portfolio at home last week and losing 20% of my grade for that other class though. Especially after doing such a good job on it, and spending so much (fucking) time on the assignment which was in it. That was perhaps the biggest academic and most clumsy mistake of my life.

Oh right, but that exam. Crushed it. 75% knowledge, and an estimated 22.56% luck.

Whys

2007-10-29T00:18:00.001-04:00

WHY AM I AWAKE WHEN I HAVE A MIDTERM IN THE MORNING

Gouletttt...

2007-10-24T21:40:00.000-04:00

Reality sets in every now and again.

But aside from the shittiness of today, reality is still very nice.

The sea was angry that day, friends!

2007-10-23T22:23:00.000-04:00

I cannot wait for the time when I have weekends off.

That's what this schoolin's all about. Weekends. Eventual weekends and a bit of extra money to spend on them. I had this past Friday and Saturday off work to actually spend with Andrew. We each made each other a dinner. Mine: Salmon, new recipe I came up with, quite excellent. His: Steak, nom nom nom, brilliant as ever.

I will have a smile on my face by around 9pm tomorrow. And then I will begin studying again. Weekends...

OH HAI TO

2007-10-20T21:44:00.000-04:00

This blog is what all the big city kids are doing on the weekends.

The Sky is Fallin'

2007-10-16T16:28:00.000-04:00

A last-minute free ticket to see Queens of the Stone Age in Toronto last night worked out well. Thank you, Flower Bros. One for not wanting to go, and the other for inviting me along. We found us a shoe. It was a size two. It was, maybe, a clue. What to do, what to do!

The best thing that could have happened did happen when technical difficulties had Josh Homme decide the rest of the show would be requests-only. Incredible.

OH. My god. And there was this guy there who looked exactly like a version of Andrew without muscles. So strange. I pretended to take a picture of Ryan pretending to be a cat, and got a good shot of the doppleganger. That's just silliness!

Say cheese!

2007-10-14T19:39:00.000-04:00

Still the one [hundred percent in math]

2007-10-10T23:56:00.000-04:00

Lately, I do not check my referrals often enough. Tonight, I did. Here are some recent standout ones:

"boom-boom-boom"
"eyelashes stuck under eyelids"
"peroxide glow Mountain Dew"
"zellers sucks"
"love letters nikki"
"how do you spell Nana in Italian"
"hydrogen peroxide"+"glow"+"Mountain Dew"
Update (Oct. 11/07): "burt ward package"

And as always, "Kevin Frankish" was my most common Google referral aside from "Nikkipea" this past week. I find it really strange that people in the southern states are searching for "Nikkipea", you know.

Now I'm going to have to Google-search Mountain Dew-peroxide and see what the big fuss is all about.

A Perfect Day for Cuttlefish

2007-10-09T20:41:00.000-04:00

This week is a million breaths of fresh air standing back-to-back with last week. The new cottage is in the prime location for autumn photography. What a nice time.

Never driving again maybe.

What are you doing with her tonight? Eating negatory?

2007-10-05T16:37:00.000-04:00

Favourite thing:
Plans getting shuffled all about, at some points being deemed probably impossible due to last minute circumstances, then their being on again, then their being pushed back, then my deciding to make the most of it by going out tonight, then realizing I can't go out because plans are sort of half way still on but no one knows for sure.

I hate being the only organized one. I'm not very good at it, so when I am organized, I expect others to kind of help me out by being that way too.

Not the case.

Yesterday was a really nice day.

Hopefully I get to go up north at one point this weekend as originally planned. That would be really cool.

Oh, my soul!

2007-10-03T22:52:00.001-04:00

Got blood taken today. No real reason, just finally getting a new doctor (if he doesn't hate my blood, that is). The reason I mention this is that I had forgotten how much I hate the feeling of blood actually being sucked out of my body. It's not a fear, and it's not a pet peeve, but it makes me very uncomfortable. Surprisingly, I haven't spoken to anyone else who over-thinks the whole blood-suction thing and thus cringes as it's happening, as I do. Looks like I'm a wussy.

This is my first night to really breathe this week. And I still finished two assignments and did a couple review cases for another class. That is my definition of relaxation lately. Doing that stuff + watching America's Next Top Model. So ghetto. So very, very ghetto.

Worst Case Ontario

2007-10-01T06:46:00.000-04:00

Too busy to even breathe, but I felt this was pretty important.

She wore a cheetah outfit to school. No joke.

2007-09-24T22:20:00.001-04:00

So last night I fell asleep at 8:30 (which is probably the earliest I've ever fallen asleep in my life). I woke up, noting that the lights were still on, and from there I rushed to the bathroom and puked a million times. I (responsibly) emailed each of my teachers explaining why I wouldn't be in. Then I fell asleep until, let's say, 5pm. When I woke up, I was President.

To say the least, it was a very strange day in my life.

I felt good for about an hour, then I realized my fever was worsening and I needed medicine. Upon walking about 20 steps down the street, I came to the sad realization that I wouldn't be able to make it to Shoppers. I stopped at the grocery store to buy juice instead.

Here's to me waking up spry and ready to face the day tomorrow!

This is getting out of hand.

2007-09-21T14:15:00.000-04:00

Margaret says:
you care if i put this picture of you on my blog?
questa foto al mio myspace adesso.

Nana, stop learning Italian and virus scan your computamatrix!

(Ed. note: How appropriate that an entry about my Nana being taken by a poltergeist is the 666th entry. Spooky.)

Elementary, my dear Watson.

2007-09-19T23:02:00.000-04:00

Nana sent me a message on MSN tonight while I was at work. So did Kevin. Kevin's was properly punctuated, so I knew something was fishy. He was sending me "image_009.zip", which was apparently "pictures of [me] on Hot or Not". How strange. Who zips pictures? Who zips a link? Who uses Hot or Not?? Really??

Nana's message also urgently insisted I accept "image_009.zip".

Margaret says:
ok I DO NOT like my new hair color.. but people on facebook do. what do you think? And no laughing!
Margaret says:
do you think I look ugly in this pic? its one of my new ones

Nana is not usually (not usually, but maybe sometimes) so concerned with how her friends on Facebook enjoy her new hair colour. Also, Nana, being of Scottish descent and Canadian upbringing would never spell it "color". Ever.

Detective P is on the case.

Represent.

2007-09-17T22:33:00.000-04:00

There is so much to do.

And now I've taken on a new project. It's creative though, so it's a nice yang to the yin of school and career-search stress. I'll be doing vocals on a tune a colleague has (as of ten minutes ago) sent to me. To be honest, I wasn't going to do it originally. School is taking a lot out of me and work leaves me no time to relax, but this music is ridiculously perfect for me. I'll have to hone my inner ghost, because the vocals are supposed to be haunting. I'll also have to hone my inner lesbian (shouldn't be too hard) because the song is about/for a girl named Sarah, or so the title would suggest. I hope Sarah likes spooky girls!

I want to buy a skeleton for Hallowe'en but it's 50 bones. (HA HA HA HA; ah, heck.)

By the way, the above picture is of the lake where my family now has a cottage! Great fishing, beautiful sunsets, the great North... the only thing left to ask for is a car to drive all the way up there. Somehow, however, I will be getting up there this Thanksgiving, car be damned! Hooray!

'PC Load Letter'? What the fuck does that mean?

2007-09-16T21:21:00.001-04:00

It is, without a doubt, the Year of the Printer. I've never printed off so much crap in my life. I have never wasted so much ink, nor have I wasted so much paper. Thankfully, the printer is co-operating (knocking on Wal-Mart desk wood;does that count?), so I am not entirely displeased.

I got my hair did again. It took a day or two to get used to it, but I really, really love it now. Shorter than ever. I think I am addicted to cutting my hair off, many inches at a time. It's just so rejuvenating.

Andrew restored my faith in humankind this weekend by coming down and being the best guy ever. How? He just is. Everything he does is exactly as it should be. Well. Sometimes he says things that test my patience, but it is from him that I have learned to stop, think, and not react negatively to everything that makes no immediate logical sense. And I think that's a good talent to have. To stop, and to reason something out.

So much is already due. So very much. I am keeping mostly on top of things, to my surprise. I'd say this year is going to be different, but I always do really well, so to say things would be different would not be favourable. If I'd like to do anything different this year, it would be to reduce the amount of anxiety that comes with eventually doing well. The year is already so different from last. I sort of love it.

It is 9:30 and I am worn right out. It's just not summer anymore. It's sweater season. And that means that it is a delightful time of year.

And again

2007-09-13T23:15:00.000-04:00

Rule of thumb:
Never go to school without change or, less preferably, cash for some kind of caffeinated beverage. Without coffee/tea/(when I'm feeling ritzy) French vanilla, School = Low functionality. I do pay a lot of attention regardless, but I feel sad without it. Sure sign of addiction.

On being friends with a majority of girls vs. a majority of guys:
This is new to me, by the way. Every day is like an actually funny episode of The View, instead with cool people who don't hate each other and who have at least another 20 years until menopause. Girls are fun. The ones I like, anyway. The rest... well, I just haven't an opinion formulated. That sort of thing is not fair if you have not met the person, is it?

I've had a wayward eyelash stuck under my eyelid for the entire night. I am actually going to head to bed in a minute just because I am sick of accidentally plucking other eyelashes in my quest to scoop it out.

We all give up, sometimes!

There's holes up in the sky

2007-09-10T17:10:00.001-04:00

Things are getting strange.

Just when I think it's all a case of monkey-see/monkey-do, something goes ahead and happens to us both that Nikki II mentions first and I'm left to wonder if whatever walks us around like finger puppets is playing the mind-tricks. Are we parallel? Has one person finally become the other? How many similar things we haven't mentioned have happened to us both? Coincidence, or is it all a result of sharing the same past?

Just bizarre is more like it. There's nothing weirder than knowing you've a mirror image somewhere not so far away. [I'm sure there's something weirder.]

It's hard to be obscure when everyone you know already knows what you're talking about.

"Has anyone ever told you you look a bit like Maggie Gyllenhaal?"

2007-09-08T12:43:00.000-04:00

Paolo Nutini - 3/5
Feist - 4.5/5
Elvis Costello - 3.5/5
Skee-Lo - 10,000/5!!!

Fun show last night in the not-so-scary part of Buffalo. Skee-lo wasn't really there, but a band with a similar name to his was, and they were very nice.

We apparently stuck out like sore thumbs and people kept asking us if we were Canadian. Must have been that flag I wore for a dress and the maple leaf foam hat. [False.]

The rain came pouring down on us and Feist played "Sea Lion" as if it was her last song ever (you know, due to possible electrocution). Last night's storm had great timing, actually. Every time the word 'rain' was mentioned in either Feist's or Elvis Costello's music, another huge gust of wind and water would leave the crowd sopping.

I'll try and put up video later. Apparently the only thing that's good about my camera is also bad. The fair-quality videos I take of shows are too big for YouTube and I have to compress them until they're shite to show them to anyone. Goodness gracious me.

Funk & Wagnalls

2007-09-05T20:11:00.000-04:00

I'm about ready to take up coke.

You know what it is? It's that everyone is so hung up on themselves that they're spending 80% of their life in egomania and the other 20% realizing just how sad their lives are, so we'd better up the former to 90% just to make sure no one notices the latter.

I'm over it. I've been over it for a long time now, but the only people with hobbies and interests and a passion in life are people who are incredibly cynical and/or are terrible alcoholics. Unless I plan on joining a religious cult any time soon, I doubt I'll find that people are any different.

Maybe I'll work from home as a spammer for the rest of my life. Never have to interact in person. Get my cheque in the mail, pay the rent, eat a bag of cheese-corn and call it a day. People are disappointing.

Is anyone happy? Really?? Because I am, but negative people are getting me down.

Edit: The above is what happens when Nikki has not had her daily recommended intake of fruit juice. The grumpiness has passed, and I am now full of blueberry/watermelon Fruitopia.

The Orient

2007-09-04T19:14:00.001-04:00

Good day. Feeling dizzy, but what can you do when you don't eat enough red meat. Great show, by the way.

When 'She' Becomes 'Me'

2007-09-03T18:35:00.000-04:00

I have 5% of "Don't Let Me Down" by the Beatles on my computer. I am too poor to buy albums to support long-defunct bands whose members are, half of them, deceased, but I am not too poor to see Metric, Feist, Elvis Costello and Paolo Nutini in the course of four days, I've decided. I predict for myself a very good week.

13% now.

And what a weekend! I saw Andrew when I didn't think I would get to for another... ugh, two weeks. Well, now it will be another two weeks, but I am so glad to have had him here. Just the nicest boy ever. I made him breakfast in bed before I hopped off to work and he made me a yummy nacho snack by night! We like to help each other out, see.

Ugh, only 15%?

My red patent leather shoes are the comfiest damn things I've ever worn. Damn!

Last night I dreamed that my sister's cat lived in an aquarium while the other family cat gave that cat dirty looks. I'm going to start dreaming of non-cat things soon, I just know it!

You're all over this.

2007-08-31T13:11:00.001-04:00

Walking downtown Wednesday morning (morning?? Holy shit!), I managed to inadvertently kick a wasp up into my pant leg. Subsequently, it stung the hell out of my calf. I was about eight steps away from a 'meeting' with a potential doctor who cannot yet treat me since nothing is official and he wouldn't get paid. Appropriate City! Population: Me. So instead of bringing up the sting (which hurt, but not as bad as some I've had in the past), I opted to grin and bear it. After all, it didn't look like anything serious.

Well, long story short, last night I ended up being sent home from work to go to the hospital to get the swelling of epic proportion on my leg checked out. Two hours later, a doctor simply told me to take Advil, which I'd already been doing. Meanwhile, in the past, I've been given shots for having three stings at a time which didn't swell. The system appears to be rather inconsistent. I am still swollen two days later, and now I'm having a (hopefully unrelated) pain in my elbow when it bends.

Wasp, 1. Nikki, 0.

That's okay though.

Come this weekend, I have a new roommate. 24 more hours and I'll have to get fully dressed to walk around my house again. That's also okay, I guess. I should know better, anyway. And Heaven is a truck.

Which one? Precious Moments, or Treasured Memories?

2007-08-29T00:53:00.000-04:00

Poor Joe comes in just about every day to check his tickets, wink at the girls working and hand out closing pearls of wisdom. When his wife comes along with him, which is rare, Poor Joe is a Muted Joe who is friendly enough but doesn't care to chat for long. Tonight Poor Joe gave me excellent business advice. He reminded me that, in all cases, business consists of at least 90% pure "bullshit", so act like you know what you're doing even when you don't. You'll get somewhere, kid. Use your cell phone and your laptop. Use your technology, remember names; you don't need no fancy degree.

And that's true, some of it. Sometimes you need a Poor Joe to really lay it on the line before you remember that life is but a dream, and we create our own successes by playing along. It's not the only way to do it, but it's the easy way. No use taking the road less traveled if it just gets you lost.

So onward, politics, and a thank-you again, Poor Joe.

Nom Nom Nom

2007-08-27T12:46:00.001-04:00

Approximately eight weeks ago, I said to myself "There are still nine weeks until school." I couldn't believe it. The summer had seemed so long already by then. And it feels like these last two months have zoomed by. I made sure to fill these final hot months with summer fun, and I'm happy I did. Andrew and I had two (nonconsecutive) fun-filled weeks of darting eyes at night in a tent, paranoid of bears and lumbering moose. We had multiple fishing excursions with and without my family. We drove up north and back twice. I love that drive, especially when it's accompanied by the sweet, soothing sounds of Joel Plaskett, Jason Collett, and the bittersweet taste of an early morning (or late evening, as it were) coffee.

I had a dream last night that I was going fishing, but my pink fishing rod was (and actually is) still in the back of Andrew's car at some shitty mechanic's in Toronto. The dream worries me. I really hope I get that back soon. You know, along with my boyfriend who is stranded without a car for the next few days.

Soon it will be autumn and all the leaves will be red and yellow and gold and orange and some of them will still be green. Which colour leaf are you?

Vampire Tattoo

2007-08-26T21:44:00.000-04:00

On the drive home from Killarney, traveling along the Trans-Canada Highway, watching the inukshuks grow further and further apart until finally they were gone, I thought to myself "I sure could go for some River tunez right now." How was I to know he just started that Myspace? How?? Sweet end-of-summer folk.

Aside: How come Jackie from Roseanne gets shot in the head in both of the only roles I've seen her play outside of on Roseanne? Can that be someone's thing?

It's been a mopey weekend filled with television, spending money on necessities, and feeling either too hot or too cold at any given time. Mechanics are most often shady crap-heads. That's life's latest lesson.

Siberian Tiger Woods

2007-08-24T09:40:00.000-04:00

Superbad is the Super Troopers of 2007. Had I nuts, you can rest assured they'd have been laughed off. The first half was much more hilarious than the last half, but still very ho-ho funny.

Steve, Andrew and I went back to Killarney this week. I've decided officially that I'm not a canoe-enthusiast. I never was, but at least I never lied about it. Something about feeling about a second away from being capsized into a boggy marsh that hasn't the appeal of, say, an automobile or a helicopter.

The weather could have been nicer, but all in all, it was entirely worth it to see Andrew throw a smallmouth bass at Steve as he stood on an unsteady rock beside the lake. Not sure why that happened exactly, but the image of a fish whizzing by a guy's head as he struggles to keep his balance is etched into my mind now.

We saw the clearest lake ever. Thank you, Sudbury mining runoff!

I read a lot of Galapogos and mastered the numeric art of Sudoku. I napped a lot. It was relaxing. I was with my Andrew. That made for a nice week.

And now I watch Star! TV because I would rather stab myself in the eye with lit candles than watch Rachael Ray. Onward.

You could be a Winner too.

2007-08-16T00:43:00.000-04:00

Gather 'round, my babies. Worry your little head to pieces not, for we'll get to carving that pumpkin into a jack-o-latern yet, but first there is the issue of Hallowe'en being two months+ away. In lieu of this mix-up, I shall tell you the Greatest Story Ever Told... about a jacket.

* * *

It all began yesterday when while poking any which names into my web browser I could think of, I found the Greatest Jacket Ever Told, which was available at a local shop. Today, I decided I would set out to try on said Jacket. It fit well, although I was not sure what kind of shirt I'd wear under it on a regular basis, and that was enough to shake me out of my fantasy of paying $89 that I cannot afford right now for a jacket, even this Jacket.

Morosely, I sauntered out of the shop after purchasing a couple of shirts that were incidentally ill-scanned which, thus, saved me $17 more than I'd expected to save. I kicked an imaginary stone still thinking of the Jacket and, hanging my head, I meandered in a state of melancholy until I found myself in a Winners.

I felt terrified, but bold.

As I was inspecting some shirts that I might like to purchase, a diamond of sangria plaid caught my eye in the next rack over. Could it ... No, it couldn't! But yes, my loves, it was!

The exact same Jacket, brand new, was somehow at Winners, in almost every size imaginable, for $20 cheaper!

Promptly, I shat myself. I consulted with the fitting room attendant, who was slightly younger than me and rather cool-looking. She loved the Jacket, she said as I tried it on again. $69 was still quite the price to pay, however, so I was debating when a woman touched my arm and said "Is that your Jacket?? It's BEAUTIFUL."

Bought that shit. With haste.

* * *

This story does not yet have an entirely happy ending however, my little buttons. There is still the matter of the shirt to go under the Jacket. It looks easier than it actually is. To wear a t-shirt, one looks silly without the proper scooping of the neck. I have very little scoops for necks. In fact, the ratio of scoop to neck in my drawers is about 30:1. To wear a tank top, on the other hand, wide-strapped or not, looks skanky. The straps are entirely shown, and they subtract from the classy spirit the Jacket was clearly designed to exemplify. To wear a tube underneath is to show too much shoulder, unless I can find a very classy necklace to draw attention from the shoulders. A camisole is essentially the same as the tank situation. I don't want to have to return it but buying more shirts is not in the cards, says my bank account.

Woe is me, my dollbabies. There is a lot of woe up in the hizzy tonight. Real life is just so hard sometimes.

Think, think, think...

2007-08-15T00:36:00.000-04:00

Andy advised me once (or a few times), despite my affinity for Kurt Vonnegut, to never read Galapogos. I think he said it built up and up to an eventual nothing. Either that or that was my assessment of one of his other novels. I love Vonnegut's work, but I've always been rather honest when his books sucked.

Well anyway. He told me it wasn't worth buying or reading. Andrew recently read it and liked it. He said there was mention of how there were some animals with smaller brains and the reason people were so unhappy was because their brains were so big that they thought too much and it made them very negative. Eventually, they devolved to the point of being seals with peanuts for brains and this had them end up very happy.

I kind of wish I'd read that book now. And I think I will. I've always felt that people who overthink are ultimately the unhappiest. They are also usually very smart, but that's no prize. The most unhappy people I've ever known were always quite intelligent. The stupids are more often rather oblivious, or tend to blame others for their misery. Smart people know they bring their misery upon themselves, but they just can't stop thinking.

For a long time, I thought and thought and thought. I thought until the cows came home (or went home, as it were; you won't get that joke and I don't blame you). For a while there, I kind of shut down. Somewhere around two years ago, I turned off the old mindswitch, and for that duration of time and drinking, I was content. And wouldn't you know, I stopped drinking beer right around the time I got miserable again. I was smart, and I was unhappy. C'est la vie.

So anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that I've found a happy medium where I feel like a bastardization of what once was a very smart girl but also like someone who is finally at peace with herself and those around her. I don't have to be a genius (at least until school starts, and my grades become my primary concern in life), and I don't have to be a happy seal with peanuts for brains.

... No wait. That was self-realization, and very much not the point.

The only people I know right now who are feeling completely unsatisfied and are staying that way are the people who are think-think-thinking about the problem and not the solution. The answers come easy when you think about what caused your situation, instead of just focusing on how terrible you feel.

What is the opposite of the cause?

Now what are you going to do?

I'm a dentist. I deal in facts.

2007-08-13T16:11:00.000-04:00

I may finally have a doctor lined up for me after an astounding seven years of minor- to moderate- medical woes without one. As a result, I penned a list of personal health concerns I have to offer to this poor practitioner when I finally get an appointment.

It's a long list.

In all likelihood, they're nothing, but hey, why not bring it all up in one shot? That way he can diagnose me with a terminal disease and be done with it. That is that!

Sometimes I read this over and I am like "Whoa, hello sad Chinese girl!" Despite my sardonic tone, I am usually very chipper or at least content. In fact, I think I'll listen to some Spanish guitar. That'll show 'em!

It's fatal.

2007-08-12T21:37:00.001-04:00

Don't know if I've said it before, this (specific one) is one of my favourite comics of all time:

I always want Red Bull when I have to wake up early the next day. I do not have to get up early tomorrow. Today I discovered the remarkable stomach-settling powers of Perrier. It tastes like fizzy ass, but goodness! It sure does help matters when you have a mysterious stomach lining disease which makes everything hurt to eat.

"Uh... oh, no. I have made a bad decision in my life."

2007-08-10T12:27:00.000-04:00

There is so much that is changing! [Imagine me spinning 'round.]

The leaves will soon be red and orange and yellow and green (the ones that forget they are supposed to change until later in the season). The rain will fall uncontrollably. I will start wearing jackets again whether it's chilly out or not, because of the sketchy thermostat situation at my school. I will probably live with people again. I will wear boots. I will be broke.

But I'll be so much closer to a time when I might be able to live near my freaking boyfriend. What a novel concept!

I just saw news on TV about the health benefits of skeletons. I should go back to bed right now. My day is complete.

There is such a thing as a plate in this world!

2007-08-08T00:52:00.001-04:00

Robert:

If you haven't left for your West Coast adventure yet, and if you ever read this, didn't we just see this happen live a week or so ago +banjo at the Merchant?

Everyone else:

Rob and I saw this happen live a week or so ago +banjo at the Merchant Ale House. It was really good. It was also funny. Singing through an impossible falsetto almost always inspires giggles. It was so funny that I laughed and hit my head off of something (and I'd only had two sips of a beer, so I wasn't drunk).

Rob didn't notice that I hit my head off anything. I've hit my head so many times in life that I no longer feel any impact, only the bruising thereafter. Sometimes people suddenly turn around flailing their limbs and unintentionally smack me in the face. This has happened several times at various places of work. Once, in the span of a week, the same rather clumsy fellow hit me twice: a first time in the mouth, and the second time in the box. My manager had to ask me if I wanted to make a complaint to the HR department.

Ow! My box!

A late congrats to Mrs. Rachael Forrester. I wish you both well!

My box!

Running Away with the Circus

2007-08-07T15:26:00.000-04:00

We have these fish, see. Andrew's favourite is the red-tailed shark and I don't really have a favourite yet. I'd probably agree that the red-tailed shark has the most character, and that the aquarium would not be the same without the blue gourami with the two dots.

I dream a lot of winning the lottery lately, although I rarely play it. The other week a customer told me that her husband has dreams of winning money and, if dreams mean anything, that dream apparently means that you will not come into money any time soon.

If you ever find yourself up on your high horse, remember that you are part of a species that once thought Beverly Hills: 90210 was really cool.

Expecially Uncle Jesse.

2007-08-06T12:41:00.001-04:00

Oh what a difference a few years makes!

Apply that sentiment to any situation you might like. It's usually true.

New topic! The past couple of nights I've been reading Hey Rube. The reviews peg it as the least interesting of his works while still maintaining a majority of four- and five-star ratings. It's actually really good. But then, so is everything I've read by him.

There is a viewing for a room in my apartment tomorrow. Yikes. Today is a cleaning day. Clean and clean some more. So far I've gotten nothing done, but I got half the stuff I needed done yesterday. Not. Too. Worried.

The picture above comes with a very funny story. I'll tell it to you someday.

To a Whale of a Wife

2007-08-05T12:07:00.001-04:00

This morning, unlike most mornings, I woke up next to Andrew and this morning, like many mornings with Andrew, the first words out of my mouth were heard to be out of the ordinary.

"How big are blue whales actually??"

And this morning, like most mornings where I ask Andrew a strange question without precedent, Andrew answered as naturally as if I'd asked him how he was doing.

"They're huge. Really huge."

I already knew that, of course, but I was reminded at this point of being around five years old, flipping through my grandfather's "W" edition of the World Book Encyclopedia and seeing a size comparison chart of the biggest- through the smallest- whales. Blue whales were gigantic. Orcas, the only whales I had ever seen in real life, by way of Marineland, were somewhere around a third the size of a blue whale. They were immense. And I wasn't even a fifth the size of an orca. Well.

They don't publish the World Book Encyclopedias anymore. Paper has been replaced by this magical technology we call an "internet", because the internet is less wasteful, and, oh, because nobody reads Encyclopedias for information's sake anymore so they weren't making money.

All the same, when I was young, my brain was big, and I attribute that partially to sifting through the pages of those books, A - XYZ.

To quote Vonnegut (and to summarize an idea I can't seem to properly conclude in my own words), "So it goes."

Posturally Incorrect

2007-08-02T14:25:00.000-04:00

If you don't like this photo, then you're an idiot, because I love it. Ahem. Because I took it.

I think I swallowed some foil from my baked potato. Oop.

Revelations

2007-08-01T13:18:00.000-04:00

Today I'm kind of really looking forward to cooler weather. But that'll pass.

Out in the wilderness, I want to leave my mark

2007-07-31T23:37:00.001-04:00

I never quite lament the end of any month as I do July. Upon forced speculation, I would decide that it is my favourite month. Just why? Not sure. I guess I did go out to have fun a few more times than usual this month. I confess I did enjoy many a beautiful sunset. I finally listened to Joel Plaskett's new album and fell in love with it. I decided I love to kill time with Sudoku and thus I am an even nerdlingier nerdlinger than usual. I'm poorer than normal for no real reason other than I went camping for a few days, but I still love July.

August has always been a shitty month, but I won't expect it so this year. I'll make the most of it before getting back into HR Hell Mode come September.

And I might start posting on the plog again. But I'm trying not to go by my old moniker anymore, so it might be tough.

Obsessed with:
'My Moon, My Man' - Feist
'Snowed In/Cruisin'' - Joel Plaskett

Winning?

2007-07-31T11:20:00.001-04:00

Spiteful words, months old, from those we've never met
Pretentious sentences on blogs (this one)
So much to say, so many reasons to dance
You're missing out on something (words, not people; people are fish in a barrel)
Every new hates the most recent old
Existing only as the topic of angry conversation to some people, that rules

I'm going to be very non-specific, as that is the theme of this blog since I stopped writing things that I cared about here. I just wrote a song about something like this a few weeks ago. It's Pavement-esque, in that the lyrics get downright silly sometimes. I haven't felt up to recording it, but I sort of do now.

Hey, Canal Days is next weekend. July is over. I've seen so much this summer that I guess it doesn't bother me as much as usual. But it still does. Shorts for work, or for not work.

Cellino & Barnes are back together; the world has been set right again.

Channeling Ms Manella-Pisani, Back From '94

2007-07-17T06:06:00.000-04:00

Good pause there. Would I really conclude my blog of three (3) years with a vague statement about Anne from Kinkos? Would I? I guess that's up to you to decide. Actually, it's not at all, since I am posting this, and there is no longer a vague statement about Anne to end with. More of a vague speculation about a vague statement about Anne and my blog and how I would choose to conclude it.

Try as I might, I will never be Douglas Adams. And neither will you, failure. Andrew loaned me Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency but I didn't like the last few chapters, so it never quite got finished. I think when I gave it back to him (if I did? It may still be in my closet), I was three pages from the end. This happens with many a dry read. I ride it out to the last couple of pages before I finally say "To hell with it." Andrew was always a little dismayed that I never finished it. But he got me fish this weekend, so what's the problem? What is the problem? None.

And today I am up since 5:35 in the morning, my only just cause being to worry about a mistake (or boo-boo) I made last night at work, the very idea of which a bystander pharmacist pretty much drilled into my head as being idiotic. After hearing him vocally repeat the intricacies of what I did wrong for 4 minutes in his shitty accent with his ugly, straggly beard that has two grayed stripes in the front of it, I said "Ya, I see no point in repeating yourself if there's no chance it will reverse time and also the mistake made." I also suggested he have a wonderful evening. Here's a thought: Pay a menial wage, expect a menial employee.

I should be more worried about a wisdom tooth extraction I'll be having later today. I mean, really, Nicole. There will be physical parts of me missing by 3pm today. The emotional wounds from which, may never heal.

Ah, summer.

I can't make this up

2007-06-12T00:22:00.000-04:00

"Wipe that smirk off your face, Butts! We know you've been pinching the paper!"

God bless that woman, and God especially bless the congruity of her name to the crime committed.

That actually used to happen at Kinkos. So often did it happen that we removed the toilet paper from the washrooms, removed the public restroom signs and made them private facilities, and only took the rolls in when we needed to go.

And Anne would vacuum. I miss Anne a whole lot sometimes.

Ah, yeeeeah.

2007-06-11T14:49:00.000-04:00

Poor Kevin

2007-06-08T01:22:00.001-04:00

Everything is a trend with me.
No sooner did I start working out than I stopped completely. That, I will get back into, however. Everybody needs their health.

Do you know what everyone doesn't need? A broken foot! Which is just what Kevin Frankish has apparently gotten himself, according to the tonnes of people Googling "Kevin Frankish broken foot" and ending up here, stranded and dismayed.

I've got no information for you. Maybe something will be up on his blog soon.

The Perfect Woman

2007-06-05T18:19:00.000-04:00

I wanted more than life could ever grant me

2007-06-04T19:17:00.001-04:00

You know, I don't mind Ben Kweller's cover of "Today" at all. Refreshing? I don't know.

Spent all day spending money and spending my time on singing and playing. I'm spent!

Oh, you crazy kids.

Where is the acid and do you accept American Express?

2007-05-31T23:49:00.001-04:00

What in shit was that?

New Favourite Topic

2007-05-31T19:05:00.000-04:00

Fatal Hilarity:

"In the third century B.C. the Greek philosopher Chrysippus died of laughter after giving his donkey wine, then seeing it attempt to feed on figs."

I probably would have done the same.

Epiphanies

2007-05-31T13:02:00.000-04:00

Coffee smells much better than it tastes lately. I much prefer a mixture of hot chocolate and coffee, topped off with hazelnut cream and a shot of French Vanilla. (The least expensive way to create this glorious drink is at a 7-Eleven coffee bar, and it's just delightful.)

Life Brand Bismuth works just as well as Pepto Bismol for heartburn. Not sure about all those other things. Cheaper too.

The cosmetician on 10 Years Younger is almost a woman.

Little Miss Sunshine was a great movie. I don't care if you think it was overrated. Since no one here seems to have ever heard of it, that makes it unrated.

When asked about dial-up internet today, I couldn't think offhand of a company who offers it anymore. It seems to me that they all might, but the term "dial-up" seems archaic and strange today.

I love having shorter hair. There are a billion ways to style it, and I discover a new one of those billion methods every day.

Business sucks. Writing/taking pictures rules. What am I doing with myself!

Again. Coffee really doesn't taste good to me anymore. Coffee requires a heavy dose of stress to taste enchanting, and, tell you the truth, I'm feeling really good lately. Between working out, running (same thing?), eating slightly better and working a lazy-ass job, I really don't need Tim Hortons to ease my pain anymore. (Until September.)

I have a new idea for a book. Too bad I want to finish the one I've been writing for almost a year now first. I'll write it down and hope I still like it later.

I like that Fig Newton commercial where a whole bunch of them walk down the street together. I just never thought I'd see that.

Near or Far

2007-05-30T12:54:00.000-04:00

Ryan is in BC these days. He says he lives on the oceanfront, but I think he probably lives a couple streets over. He thinks you should enjoy my blog more and more. Come 50 times a day! Some people already do; why not become one of them? Ryan's got it right. You would be crazy to dispute someone who looks like that.

That either.

Point-five?!? What the duck?!!

2007-05-30T10:52:00.000-04:00

Here is how I decided to get out of bed this morning:

I was lying in bed and Rico had meowed me awake. I kicked him out of my room, then fell asleep again. Soon, I awoke to a voice, a somewhat effeminate voice, from the yard behind mine. In summertime, I like to keep the window behind my bed as open as can be when I'm home. Fresh air. Etc.

So I hear this gay guy in the yard behind mine loudly and poorly trying to figure out some math for God knows what reason.

"Okay, so it's 26... 26... 26... 26... and 26 + 26 is uh... 54?"
"FIFTY-TWO!" I yells from my bed.
"Okay, 52... and 13 is ... 65.5?"

So okay. As if hearing an invisible person yell "52" and carrying on with your math isn't strange enough, but tell me: WHERE did he pull that 0.5 from? Where!

Fool. That's it. I'm getting out of bed.

Contented?

2007-05-29T13:43:00.001-04:00

It's remarkable and strange to be in such good humour for a prolonged span of time. 'Foreign' and 'rare' are some other adjectives I might use.

I attribute much of this to having met the most positive person I have ever known. (I just wrote a whole mushy spiel, but I figure I'll save that for something more special than a blog entry.)

Maybe I am also happy because I got my hair cut into a light bob, which I've wanted to do for some time now, but no hairdresser would ever dare to do it for me. (Gutless, straight-woman hairdressers.)

My Moon is surely in a spending phase and Rico just helped me chase a fly out the front door. Teamwork! It's a good day. Buy me a car? I'll buy you a hat.

My new favourite band is...

2007-05-25T00:06:00.001-04:00

The Zimmers

There is nothing like listening to their rendition of "My Generation" while looking at their Pics.
Don't recognize any of them? Have you ever seen this guy? He's apparently one of them.

^_^ Darling.

Catwalk Down the Sidewalk

2007-05-24T16:45:00.000-04:00

I love this weather.

News.
Little Andrew (not Boyfriend Andrew) and I went to get free Slurpees and we ended up walking to the mall where I bought a tonne of summer clothes (which I needed, but can't seem to allow myself to justify, even though they were discounted and I got a lot despite paying little).

Surprise!
I think I'm going to quit painting for a while. Lately, it just makes me angry (haha).

The Day of Reckoning Approaches.
In a masochistic mood yesterday, I decided to request my dentist remove my wisdom teeth in the coming months. And he will, oh he will! They've come through almost fully (there are two, total) and although they bother me rarely, I'd imagine it would be nice to have them out sooner than later. July!

Jesus Camp is pretty cool, I guess.
What? You've never been?

OMGZ! RANDOM!!1

2007-05-22T15:03:00.000-04:00

I was added by a local Flickrite today, and upon perusing his photos, I realized there were some kids' hockey ones. "Wouldn't it be funny," I thought to myself, "if I found Kevin in this bunch of pictures?"

And sure enough, after clicking through a few pages, who doth appear before my eyes?? My brother! How strange!

Goran and I had fish 'n chips this afternoon and every which route he took to take me home had either construction happening on a bridge or an on-ramp, or the bridge was up due to a boat. These were four separate routes, I'm talkin'! FOUR! Then we saw an awful Telus billboard which had naughty graffiti (just like everything else in this city) on it. Since we'd already driven every which way around town I figured it would be rude to have Goran stop so that I might photograph this unsightly display.

Oh and we also drove to Virgil to pick up two hanging plants that Andrew (and I, but mostly Andrew as it was his raffle ticket) won at the fair this weekend. Even with the construction, it took only half the time to get there today as it did on the weekend to go to the fair. How strange again!

Operation Snow White

2007-05-21T18:10:00.000-04:00

Spending this bright and shiny holiday's eve watching the news and Wikipedia-jumping only further serves to remind me that I'm an idiot for not having a patio.

Andrew and I woke up this morning and headed out for a breakfast of pancakes, French toast and various breakfast meats. Coffee as well, of course. That was one of today's delightful parts.

This afternoon my mouth seemingly had some (strange) allergic reaction to some Ruffles I'd eaten, and my cheeks suffered some painful swelling. They remain swollen. Thankfully, it's not noticeable to anyone, except for me, by way of pain. [Edit: Some ice cream seems to have soothed the swelling tremendously.]

I want to go fishing.

I Will Cut You

2007-05-17T23:20:00.001-04:00

Please, please, please, please, PLEASE, if you're talking to me, PLEASE don't say stupid things.

I'm convinced that the world's axis has tipped since the theory originated that the lunatics unite during the Full Moon. It is clear to me, and it has been for about three years now, that the New Moon phase is officially Twilight Zone time.

I can only take so much crazy. Please do not make me cut you.

Screaming Monkeys

2007-05-16T12:25:00.000-04:00

Ann Rohmer is the most old-fashioned kook on CityTV. She reminds me of a shitty manager I once had.

I hate when kids say "You're not my boss." I am everyone's boss!!

Oh good. CityOnLine is on, which means more Ann Rohmer. La dee da. I'd change the channel, but it's about animal cruelty and I want to see what (probably pro-cruelty) insights Rohmer has on the subject.

God, she sucks.

Make me lunch. Immediately.

Not that I'm feeling sick...

2007-05-14T00:04:00.000-04:00

... but when you're actually physically ill and you don't believe you can make it in to work, so you call in sick: do you ever feel like you're faking, and thus feel bad about calling in?

I do!

Not that I've been sick in almost a month (there's a record). Just sayin'.

The wedding was beautiful this weekend. Lots of fun and smiles and family. And I danced. I danced to the Rolling Stones. It's the first time I may have danced publicly, ever. It may be for that reason that I could only dance one song and half a Beatles one before I had to sit down, winded. Twist and shout, in Hell! I have the energy of a 90 year old woman on a muggy day in July. On the opposite end of the spectrum, my aunt has more energy behind her than a million speeding bullets. She could take you down in a dance-a-thon any day.

I can't get no! Sa-tis-fac-tion.

Ya ya YA... WOW! SPAIDAMAN!!

2007-05-10T14:03:00.001-04:00

Karl, if it weren't for you, my blog would consist predominantly of an acid casualty's inane comments about eating diamonds and calcium being bad for you. Then again, if not for you, my comments section wouldn't be a tribute to the WCW. :\

Anyway, thanks for showing me this:

Thanks, Tim Hortons

2007-05-09T13:45:00.000-04:00

Have a great day!

Easy on the 'ardware

2007-05-09T00:24:00.000-04:00

Jesse: Don't read this or you'll shit yourself. Seriously.

I made the mistake of having Windows Media Player on shuffle, which led to listening to Jesse's old tunez and reading that in the dark with my window open at midnight. Only thing missing was some acid.

Seriously, guy.

Letter

2007-05-07T23:28:00.000-04:00

I wrote four chapters today. It was initially five, but I merged two of them. Four chapters, none of them crap. I promise!

What am I talking about?? What does it sound like?

Chequered Past

2007-05-07T12:47:00.000-04:00

Diet Pepsi 'Forever Young' Parody

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Jogging past the sleeping leopard ... at night.

2007-05-06T21:20:00.000-04:00

I've been a liar, I've been a thief
But now I don't think that is what I want to be
I'll do anything you want any old time
Oh yeah
Don't have any money
(Pockets are empty)
Don't have any looks
(I am a dog)
just borrowed pianos
(I'm coming over)
that I can't hardly play
(To use what I want to)
I may have a pen somewhere, staff paper too
I'm asking for it
You need some more brandy
(Got a pack of cigarettes)
You need cocaine
(Give me more drugs)
You're in self-destruct mode
(I'm self-destructing)
Maybe it's the pain
(And hurting all over)
I don't need anything
(Don't need nobody)
I just need you
(Nobody else)
You and I
It's all so shameful
You and I...it's all...it's a shame
You're just a loverful

___________________________
When it's been a good day,
And there's nothing to say...
What will do the trick or tricks
All, my friend, but ambiguous lyrics

2007-05-03T13:55:00.000-04:00

I think the main memory I'll have from living here will be my afternoon walks to the corner store to make a coffee (I could make it here, but it's just not the same) and buy a scratch ticket that I will ultimately lose on. I do that a lot lately, all in the name of killing time. Not sure why, really. I think I should buy a paper and do the crossword instead. It would surely cost a lot less, encourage a mild use of my mind, and fund a corporation that isn't the OLG. And oh, the self-satisfaction of getting them done!

Good idea!

There are beautiful flowers in my garden. I didn't plant them, they just sort of came up. On this, one of seven sunny days in a row, they look particularly radiant.

One of the coolest things about springtime in Toronto was walking the side streets down to Bloor West before work and seeing at least a hundred tall and different-coloured tulips in the neighbourhood front yards along the way. The ones with the wavy stems were always the coolest. How did they stand so high with such crazy stems?

I wonder!

Getting all my vitamins has made me ridiculously happy lately. I guess eating properly (or drinking meal replacements with the equivalent vitamin/mineral content) is all it really takes.

Go crazy.

Full Moon, You Betcha

2007-05-02T08:46:00.000-04:00

Is this true, or did the weatherman just get really bored of truthtelling? Absolutely 0% chance of rain, beautiful sunny skies and warm temperatures for the next 7 days? Holy shit.

Oh, and don't pump gas on May 15. Boycott pumping for just one day. You can drive your car, but don't pump. I want to see tumbleweed blowing past the $1.08/L sign at the 7-Eleven. That'll learn those oily bastards. Can tumbleweed blow down the street when the maximum expected wind speed for the next 7 days is 20km/h?

May God help us all.

How Sweet It Isn't!

2007-05-01T05:54:00.000-04:00

Sleeping in did not happen (yet) today. Surely, I went to bed at the same time as the night before, but this morning, Rico cared to sing his morning song of meowing woe; the woe that I'm asleep and not awake to pet the crap out of him. So, I got up, petted him, said "I hate you, cat", locked him out of my room, and then proceeded to lie awake in bed for a half hour.

[Thumb twiddles.]

Remembering some advice I read the other day at work, probably not even from any sort of trustworthy source, that when you find yourself in this sleepless position, you should get up and do something quiet without turning on a bunch of lights until you are tired enough to sleep again.

I have to say: It's not working for me.

Luckily, Danner is always up at this ungodly hour, so we had a conversation about backflipping with helmets. Breakfast Television is on, too. There is no way I'm getting back to bed in the next hour, now that I'm getting my Frankish fix!

What! Payphones are going to cost 50¢ now?? Outrageous!

There is a cat saying "wow-wow" outside my window. You've got that right, Kitty. [Adjusts sunglasses.]
Oh. Now there is a goose honking.

What sounds the early morning brings!

Edit:
Re: A shocking [and undisclosed] discovery!
It was a long time coming; we hadn't talked in months and thus I suppose there was really no point in staying in contact, no point in wasting another line's height on your MSN list. Thanks for the memories, Kid! Without you, I could never have transited from Then to Now. And Now pretty much rules. So thanks, and adieu!

How Sweet It Is!

2007-04-30T08:59:00.000-04:00

Sleeping in until 8:30 this morning (after having gone to bed around 11:30 last night) felt good. Summer (in the scholastic sense, as we're actually about two months away from real summertime) is going to be a rejuvenating experience; I can already feel it.

The Ensure... en-sure is refreshing this morning!
Speaking of puns, I am the punmaster. Big Pun, they call me. It's a birth defect. I think it comes from my dad's side. It's contagious. Andrew has it to the extreme where even I groan at the things he says.

Ah, summer. Finally here. Bursting with new opportunities I will surely ignore. It's a gorgeous time of year.

I have not slept properly in at least a month.

2007-04-26T10:14:00.000-04:00

I am writing in my sleep.

There is nothing to do for the next three (3) hours except to sit upright and wait for the next (also the last) exam. I am not fully-functional. Coffee is not allowed here. You might spill it on something valuable. You might stay awake. There is a food-ban here too. They want you to feel just about as uncomfortable as you can. You pay them thousands of dollars every four months to have them enforce these rules.

But you can see why they're in place.

Here is a list of the last 20 people who have visited me:

And how about the 20 before that:

Are you on the list? Can't you get enough? Some of the non-specific United States results are actually Canadian hits, too.

To hell with Business, I should've been a Japanese pattern-plotter. But why Japanese?

I'm in the mood to not spend money on a chicken caesar wrap, but the stomach's not going to allow a skipped meal today. I think I've passed about six minutes of this three-hour break now.

I'll be funnier when I've had rest.

Wrapped up like a douche, another runner in the night

2007-04-25T12:27:00.000-04:00

Accounting's done.
Benefits Admin is done.
[Never look back.]

"Deuce" vs. "Douche"

To me, stress means perpetual exhaustion by day, but insomnia by night.

The coolest broads I happen to meet were either lesbians before or are lesbians now. The coolest word for girls is "broads". I think of a glitzy, glamourous lady in a shiny, long, white dress wearing Jackie O. sunglasses, maybe with one of those fancy cigarette holders. Kind of like Vanna White, but smarter. Not that I know anything about her IQ. She could be the smartest woman in the world for all I know.

It's got to not rain on my day off one time.

And I've got to stop writing in stream of consciousness!

The Worst is Over

2007-04-24T11:36:00.000-04:00

My shittiest exams are done. Two more, and they won't be that bad.

$8 tanks!

I drink Ensure now, because I am too lazy to eat and I am 70 years old.

I'm also paranoid. Last night I thought of something I might make up about someone if I was mad at them, and decided that someone had already said it about me. Got discouraged for a minute thereafter, until I realized it probably hadn't happened in real life.

I win!

Twenty four backwards is...

2007-04-20T11:12:00.000-04:00

Last year on this day, I faux-four-twentied this tribal monkey. That was before I'd ever done a real four-twenty. Then I did four-twenty in real life at a job-leavin' party. It wasn't as good as the monkey.

[Never look back.]

I dreamed last night that I worked there again. I was so HAPPY.

To all you stonebags out there today, good luck and godspeed.

This... does not make the ribosomes happy.

2007-04-15T23:41:00.000-04:00

A somewhat interesting weekend which I'd rather not go into (great) detail about here. Andrew already has, if you read his blog. I'm disappointed, but I'm also pretty happy that after years of waiting for it, I've finally told a random loudmouth piece of shit who somehow made his way into my apartment in the dead of the night that he is in fact a loudmouth piece of unwelcome shit and that he should probably actually leave.

Anyway, as stated previously, interesting. And my backbone returned, after years of absense. Well tra-la-la.

The bridal shower I went to today had the same Elton John Greatest Hits album playing as did Chapters last night when Andrew and I went to peruse some books. I know this because I remember having sung "Tiny Dancer" then "Rocketman" one after another. It could also be mentioned that, while driving around, Andrew caught video of me with his new phone (sneaky!) singing "Come Sail Away" by Styx. It was a rather powerful rendition of the tune, too. Well played, Andrew. I hope to see it uploaded somewhere. I'm pretty happy with my rock-ballad belting-out skillz.

Oh, and if there's one song I simply can't get enough of singing loudly round the house, it's one that may or may not ring familiar if you proudly reside in this great land of mine: Ontario.

There's nothin' in this WORLD, there's nothin' LIKE IT
HOOoooooooooooooooooooo-ooooooooo ah
HOOooooooo-ooooo oh
There's-no-place-LIKE-this
That-I've-seen

I especially loved the five minute-long version of it that played during preview time before Blades of Glory last night. Since the ad's creation, I've always maintained that just one full minute of it during each and every commercial break on CTV wasn't nearly enough.

Blades of Glory was awesome btw.

The World Does Not Need to Know

2007-04-12T23:31:00.000-04:00

Common sense is just about the least common trait human beings have.
You know what I hate most lately? And this is such a nerd thing to hate, but it seems to be the biggest source of confusion in many aspects of my life right now:

People who cannot articulate.

And, oddly enough, the specific people I'm thinking of are well-educated and should really know a thing or two about how to communicate by now. One of these people is upwards of 55 years old and teaches. Imagine!

Anyway. Last night was birthday celebrations night, and I thank each and every one of the sexy kids who came on out. I adore you, lady and gents. [I was going to put up a clearer picture, but the hazy blur kind of exemplifies the way I would have been seeing, had I known drinks were free before we left the pub. Lousy... tell me drinks are free next time!]

So it goes.

2007-04-12T01:21:00.000-04:00

Rest in peace, to my favourite author; the most inspirational writer whose work I've ever read.

Goodnight, Mr. Vonnegut. You changed my life, as well as the lives of many others.

Hi

2007-04-10T16:30:00.000-04:00

Second year in a row sick on my birthday.
But I don't care.

No impromptu decisions to go to a Yeah Yeah Yeahs show this year though. That was one good show.

Thank you so much, everyone, for the birthday greetings; Laura, for the card and the tickets, on which I won $8! It's almost as if I worked an hour today! So many people asking me whether I'm 19 or 20 today.

People are so nice. :)

Oh, and today I was going to wear this ^ jacket that I've never seen anyone wear in my life other than myself, but at the last minute I changed my mind and wore a green one Andrew got me last year. Got to school, and, sure enough, someone was wearing it all over the library. That was close! I was almost fortune's fashion fool!

Ugh. Note to self: Never get sick again.

The Hunt... is On

2007-04-09T13:52:00.000-04:00

Best birthday + Easter weekend ever.

Hadn't expected to see Andrew for at least another week, and he came down Thursday for the weekend, despite my having to work every day.
Andrew made me a crazy-elaborate steak dinner that put The Keg to shame. Also, it cost more to put together (and to clean up) than the Keg would have. Jesus christ. I have to teach that guy to budget. He also got me flowers and some gifts I had told him not to get me. Aww.
Got to see la famille last night for Easter + my birthday. Turkey dinner was had, coffee was drunk, and (for the first time ever, for us) Kiwanis Bingo was watched. Snakes alive! It's G55.
There is a birthday gathering kind of in the makes for this week. Wednesday. Be there or be square. If you don't know where, feel free to ask me. It'd be cool to see everyone.
I like not being so poor.
I have the coolest MP3 player ever, except that it froze on me on the way to school today, and then my secondary MP3 player (ha) had no battery life left in it. Something about listening to other people talking on the bus that just leaves me shuddering.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
That's about it.