Month: May 2007

Two of my horoscopes today said change is bad, just stick it out. Another one said “Your old life is likely to feel too limited for you. So what are you waiting for? Change it!”

I love you but I’m leaving; please don’t follow me.

Here is, for your amusement and perusal, the itinerary for my August Trip To Newfoundland and Other Places to visit Sarah.

***NOW WITH SARAH APPROVAL!*** which is good, since she is the one I am visiting in NL.

I just made a left handed pen by switching the screw-in bits at the ends. I was going to scrape off all the lettering off the side, because that would have made it just a non-side kind of pen, and because the paint just scrapes off, but then I noticed that the screw-in bits are interchangeable.

Also, it’s a purple pen.

Do you ever have a mood, or condition, where everything you find delightful and extraordinary, like new rubber stamps or a paper cutter, you kiss?

Me neither!

I made cookies this morning. They have essence of pie-crust-dough because that’s what was in the food processor before I made them and Mum said “what can we make in here?” and I said cookies. And I hung out my laundry on the line because it’s sunny out.

Today I dressed like a hippie including lack of bra but did shave my armpits so it’s just a simile/fashion thing. I like not putting goop in my hair though. Today anyway. Sometimes the fluffiness bugs me.

I bought 18 cans of sugar-free fruity pop yesterday. Usually I would just have bought three things of six but the store had the cans all freed from that restriction so I went nuts with variety.

My back is sore in the place were it’s supposed to hurt when I hold my shoulders correctly in ballet class. Is this a good thing? Really, it hurts, not just stiff. My Mum FORCED me to put ice on it yesterday and unfortunatly this make it less sore and now she’s all Tut Tut about it.

I acquired a reason to move to Victoria yesterday. Sortof.

Rant.

Thank you Naomi for listening to my rant. If anyone else wants to hear my rant, please e-mail me at lindsie@puddlelilies.com as it is not for public consumption.

I spent this afternoon at the computer
1)extracting young dancers from their backgrounds
2)making tabs work better
3)ranting on my cell phone

Now I just had some ice cream right from the container.

For some reason my ice cream (“Soy Dream”) comes in a small container if it’s French Vanilla and a large one if it’s normal Vanilla. The French Vanilla is really really good and I never bought it until there was no normal vanilla. Normal Vanilla, however is better than “Soy Delicious” or “So Good” brand ice creams. “Soy Delicious” is weak in flavour, like they add water to the recipe, whereas “Soy Dream” is rich and creamy. “So Good” tastes like beans.

“Rice Dream” is another one I have tried, in fact, it was the first non-dairy ice cream I tried. It has a bit of a weird taste and sweetness to it. But I just had Neapolitan flavour of this and it was good. (I ate it flavour-by-flavour for some reason and the strawberry wasn’t that much different from the vanilla, and the chocolate wasn’t very chocolately…. But I was able, with this particular purchase to bug everyone around me by calling it “Napoleon” so very much worth having)

And that’s my review for the day! Tomorrow: How I Organize my Sock Drawer…

Due to the magic of credit cards, I just now paid for all of the shoes I bought back in March. HOORAH!

Mum and Lindsie Talk about Tables.

Mum: Oblong.
Lindsie: Oblong.
Mum: Oblong.
Lindsie: Oblong.
Mum: Oblong.
Lindsie: Oblong.

I like, and I just realized this now, that one can make their paragraphs into poetry using a wordprocessor (E.g. Open Office Writer) and the moving-margin ruler arrow. Squeezing your paragraph into 2 or 3 inches makes short, breathy, poemy lines. Change to a typewriter font for modernist poetry!

Edit: I just told my mum about my new system and she said that, actually, that’s not how to do poetry because she heard Lorna Crozier on the radio just yesterday saying that the real poets go over every word to make sure each is the most important. “But” I replied, “Did you notice the typewriter font I used?”

Ode to Lady Marie

Lady Marie was a spider who lived in my sink.
My dad drowned her with water from a bucket.
RIP Lady Marie!