September 10, 2011

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Dance classes started again today.  Back into by routine of sleep, work, dance.  I think I’m ok with that.

It’s finally warm enough to wear just a tank top when I go outside.  It has taken far too long in the summer for it to get to this point.  I wore my tank and my skirt downtown today and moseyed about with Amber.  She was dressed up like a hottie (litterally! in black!  she was warm).

I found my bible.  I dressed it up at one point (in my first or second year of university, probably) in a green jacket with pentagram decorations.  Some people might find this offensive?  I think I meant it as a statement (“if I have to have a bible, it’s going to express my wiccan preferences”).  Now I find it balanced.  I don’t have anything against the bible.  The one I have has those tissue-thin pages, and when Jesus talks, the text is in red. Also, it’s a good, satisfying weight.  Also there are post-its from when I was studying Mark and Revelation in school. So in reality, when I say my religious education only consists of Jesus Christ Superstar, I’m lying a little bit.

 

September 7, 2011

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I’d like to thank the american presidents for showing me how it’s done.

What I mean is, I’ve been watching documentaries about some of the 20th century presidents.  These were gentlemen who did not stay stay still, and if they found themselved being still, they knew that there was more.  Mr. FDR, for example, after finding himself and stricken by polio, just decided that he was going to get rid of his paralysis.  He didn’t, but he kept going.  And Mr Carter, after finding himself as a farmer and perfectly settled, drove off one day and started campaigning to be governor of Georgia.  I like these stories.  OK, what I also like is noticing plot points that were borrowed by West Wing. This is my summer of the american presidents.

 

September 6, 2011

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Labor day weekend has passed. It was a long weekend. Four days for me. They’re all blended together now. I drank some Strongbow with my Mum.

I registered for dance last night. As I left the studio after writing out my cheques I had the feeling I’d forgotten something. I then realized that in signing my registration form, I’d signed away all my money, and my social life, as well as my time and energy. “That’s ok, then,” I said to myslef and wandered home.

I started knitting a garment on Saturday. It will be a lovely brown sweater with cap sleeves if I finish it. Right now it is six rows of stitches. I had to start it six times, because that’s how I start projects. Three times isn’t bad, actually. This will be the first time I’ve made something with yarn that costs significant money. My six chunks of yarn cost me 50ish dollars or so. I had to convince myself to spend that much by logically arguing that it was a similar cost to what I might pay for a lovely sweater from a store. And this one will be better as it the style I want. It will take a little longer before I am able to wear it, but whatever.

My mum and dad were in town this weekend and they brought me a whole pie. They must love me the best. I should have brought some to work with me! Pie would be good to eat right about now. Also: hot dogs! I could have hot dogs for supper later if I buy buns on the way home. I also need toilet paper. ACTUALLY, I need to make something with leftovers so that I have something to eat tomorrow at lunch. I suppose I could have made my lunches for the week during my four days of long weekend, but this did not happen. Instead, I watched documentaries about American presidents and knit. I also spent some time hanging out with my parents.

 

September 3, 2011

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I’ve been reminiscing about the past lately.  Not in a pathetic wish-I-was-still-there way (not this time, anyway) just thinking about it.  Perhaps encouraged by Kimberly, who had a facebook update about past Septembers and the beginnings of school.  It got me to realizing that ten years ago I was getting ready for my fourth year of university.  A few years ago I was a little annoyed and freaked out that it was going to be ten years since I got my degree.  Not I’m not too bothered by it.  Maybe I’m a little agrivated that it will be a decade since I started at Camosun (I liked my time there a lot).  There is no theme to my agrivation.  No reason.  I had no goals when I started these educational projects: just to finish.  I never expected to be able to support myself as a writer, especially when I realized how much work I would have to put in to do so.  And even then: no promises.  Same thing with art.  I just like doing these things.  I’m glad I have the credentials I do, and whether I’m using them or not, I’m pleased with my accomplishments and where I’ve come since then.  But then, i don’t feel I’m entirely done, either.  I’m pretty ok being settled and having a job and everything.  Money is great.  I enjoy that there is still potential for more- education, not money.  I don’t see myself making more money than I’m making now.  It would be nice if I could make the money I make now and also do something that is arty, but I’m good for now.

The past.  The years 2005 through 2007 are muddled in my head.  Maybe because somewhere in here I entered the non-school years, so there’s nothing concrete for me to attach dates to.  I guess I was working at a school for some of it, but apparently this doesn’t count (as it doesn’t help me remember dates.)

Meh.

My parents are in town for the weekend.  They picked me up today at 3 and I got home at 10:30 ish, drunk and full of Greek food.

 

September 2, 2011

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I have neglected to vent about how my speakers are broken.  The speakers I hook up to my computer are broken.  The left baby speaker doesn’t work.  Although it could be the right one.  It’s the one with the power and volume buttons on it.  I keep it on the left side.  The big speaker on the floor still works, and also the one I have here on the right.  This means that if the volume needs adjusting, I am reaching for the right speaker, which has no buttons! but does have sound coming out of it, sometimes too loudly, making me want it to be quieter, and so I reach for the volume control.  It’s all very inconvienent.  It’s something to do with the plug-in cord, I think, because sometimes if I fiddle with that then the sound comes back for a second, all pleasant and rich in stereo.  But that’s only for a second.  Thinking about it, these speakers might be getting close to being ten years old, so it might be time for new ones.  Whatever.

I was productive/non-productive today.  I replaced the broken zipper on my hoodie with a shorter zipper and some stitching.  So now it’s a pull-over with a zip closure.  I designed it thus because the zipper I found in my recycle fabric-and-such box was about half the length it should have been and I chose to repurpose instead of new-purchase a long enough zipper.

I would like to purchase some kicking boots.  I have boots already, but they are either nice and grown uppy, or just cute.  I would like some boots I could use to kick my way out of situations, if needed.  Also, they should clomp in a satisfactory way, as well.  I will wear them with skirts and be mischevious.

*kick-kick*

 

September 1, 2011

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Mornings are chilly.  I’d say that fall was in the air, but mornings have been chilly all summer long.  So.

Poo update: it was still there today.  It’s flat now.  I think some people have stepped in it.  Or on it.  Waiting for busses can be boring. There won’t be any updates on this over the next few days as I’m off from work so probably won’t be taking the bus.

 

August 31, 2011

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Today was Hot Dog day at work!  I had a hot dog and a pop and chips!  The pop was Fanta!

There was still poo at the bus stop this morning.  It’s disintigrating or melting or something.  I don’t know the life cycle of poo.  It is sitting just outside of the the bus-waiting hut so I hung out inside the hut with the chatty ladies.  One of the chatty ladies shoved-a-bum so that I could sit on the bench.  She did not, however, engage me in chat, and that was OK.  I just wanted there to be some division between me and the poo.

I’ve just made apple crisp.  I’ll call it apple “crisp” because that sounds more appealing and gourmet than what it really is, which is apple oatmeal.  “Crisp” makes it sound like something one might have for dessert at dinner time, or in the evening.  As it is evening now, I should be having a dessert, not breakfast. But oh my good ness.  I have added cinnamon and raisins and it looks so tasty.  I will add vanilla soy milk it shall be enjoyable.  I’m letting it cool because I don’t like hot hot oatmeal.  When I make it in the mornings (which is the proper time for oatmeal and when I usually eat it) I let it cool a great deal before eating it.  Warmish, maybe even cool depending on how long it has sat and how much milk I add.  I have to eat it with a small spoon or else I dribble down my chin and that’s not something grownups should do.  I seem to have a lot of rules when it comes to oatmeal.  They’re more just habits– I happen to know the best way to eat oatmeal.  And that’s all there is to it.

The apple in my apple crisp is from my dad’s tree.

Last week I made real crisp out of rhubarb and apples from my dad’s garden.  It was real crisp: I consulted a recipe that was labeled “some sort of crisp” and Baked said crisp in the Oven.  It was even actually crispy on top.  I had to buy some coolwhip for the top.  Mmm.  Summertime.

 

August 30, 2011

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I wasn’t able to check if there was still poo at the bus stop this morning as I has to jog to make it in time to get on the bus. I may have been a little late leaving my apartment. This may or may not have been because I spent a few minutes standing in front of my closet trying to decide if I needed a sweater. I chose not, but I’m still don’t know if this was the right decision. It’s sunny now but it was chilly this morning. The jogging warmed me up a bit.

I am in the lunch room at work. There are three little tables with chairs, and an eating bar up by the window and there’s sun shining in. Of course, I am on the couch. I have tea cooling. It’s my lunch break, by the way. Only I ate my lunch at breaktime this morning, so I’ve just come to rest. Really I should have gone for a walk or something, but I didn’t really want to.

This entry would have been longer but I got to chatting.

 

August 29, 2011

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There was poo at the bus stop this morning. Right where I usually stand. It was definately poo, a big smear of it, as there was a whiff of poo smell on the breeze. Good start to my Monday.

I’m counting down the weeks until I get holiday time. It’s at the beginning of October; or three four-day weeks, a five day week, and then another four day weeks, the a two-week break. Holiday time is important to think about on a Monday morning, especially when there was poo at the bus stop.

This has been my summer: work, laze, sleep, repeat. With a little bit of sunshine here and there. Good summer. Lethargy is addictive, though, so I’m glad I’ll be able to go back to dance soon. I shall force my self to go move. My body will say “blaaaarg!” But my mind is stubborn and will make me go anyway.

I meant to use my holiday time to visit SE Asia on a grand trip along the lines of my England trip last year. In the research I did in January, however, I decided I would rather go to China, for which I need more money, so then was planning for a CHINA 2012 trip. But now I will probably be going to Spain in February instead, and China will have to wait. In the meantime, I have two blank weeks of holiday coming up very shortly and I am looking forward to them.

 

May 28, 2011

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So I moved.  It happened.  Beh.  The bathroom in my new apartment is gross.  It’s got crusty bits and the bathtub is worn out.  The good thing is that it’s getting a little less gross each time I clean it.  Today I scrubbed with a hard-core pot scrubber to get rid of some of the rust on the fan cover.  I also “de-fuzzed” this fan cover.  Gross.  I also discovered that the lino under the cabinet is crusty with dust an ick.  But then I also found a little bit of old wallpaper stuck to the wall under there, as well.  It’s brocade-patterned and pale green.  Very pretty and a secret.

There are lots of seagulls who live in my new neighbourhood.  They hang out sometimes on the roof of the carpark of the apartment behind me here.  “Come hang out here!” they squack to their friends.  “Be quiet!” I say out my window.  There are also some young human punks who climb up on the garbage bin of my apartment, up onto the same roof mentioned, and into the parking area of the apartment behind me.  It’s a shortcut!  I watch them with envy as I want a shortcut, too, but that route is just too climbey-uppy.

 

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