The only problem with watching a season of The Office in, like, a day, is that I am now at home by myself and talking a running monologue to explain whatever I am doing as though there is a camera crew here.
I tried explaining this to the cats but they just look at me like I’m crazy.
This is a good enough place to write things, right?
I am going to Newfoundland in a few weeks. That should be fun. My mum wants me to buy a necklace to go with my new dress but I might wait and get one on the way there. I’m planning to go shopping in Toronto (lots of commercial enterprizes in Toronto probably). Or maybe I’ll just stay in my room. Whatever happens, you know. I have a camera now so I can take pictures of said room to post on the internet.
I have pens.
I just watched Little Miss Sunshine. Finally, eh? Totally not a part of my whole Steve Carell-a-thon. That’s just a coincidence. I like movies where there’s a character that doesn’t speak.
I am home all alone today! Except there are three cats who are sleeping and not bugging me or anything. Also I am having trouble typing the word “bugging” today. It keeps appearing as “bugger”. “Whoops!”
It just occured to me that Gilmore Girls is over. I watched the ending episode and everything but I guess I was in denial until today (July 16, 2007 at around 11am this morning). I was making tea when it happened…. no! I was making guacamole! Which is why my mind wandered onto the subject of the Gilmore Girls.
Pages and pages and pages!
If you notice something different about me today, it’s that I have parted my hair on the other side of my head. Oooo. Daring. I’m going to have something with bacon for lunch unless someone has eaten the bacon already.
How to paint
by Lindsie
Have the inclination to paint.
Find one of the teeny canvases you bought two years ago. Go buy two more, just for kicks.
Find your pallet. Realize that the last time you painted, you didn’t clean out your pallet. Spend one-half hour with boiling water trying to scrape off hard layers of acrylic.
Look at blank canvasses for a while.
Sulk because you can’t find the perfect teeny brushes.
Start something that looks like what you’ve been drawing lately.
Stop for a while.
Compare your work with others. Sulk for a bit.
Find your teeny brushes in (surprise) your brush box.
Think about how painting is different than drawing.
Compare yourself to others again. Feel sad.
Think about using beads. Feel better.
To be continued.
I’m having a jasmine tea summer. I’m drinking a lot of jasmine tea. Not all day, and not every day. More than usual though. I like jasmine tea because it smells of flowers and then tastes the same. Not like normal flowers where they smell real good but then when you go to eat them, Mum is like “Don’t eat my bouquet, Lindsie!”
Today I have jasmine tea with vanilla soy milk so it is extra fantasy.
It was really hot yesterday so after I got home from my massage in the morning I spent all afternoon watching the latest season of the American version of The Office. I didn’t like it when it started and there are 2 reasons for this:
1) I had just watched the Original version and made comparisons.
2) Steve Carell is creepy.
Now I like it because Pam the receptionist was doodling in a sketchbook on her receptionists desk *Just Like I Do*. Also, I need something to watch that I haven’t been watching for all of this past television year because everything else is over and/or in reruns now.
I am totally stinky but there is a reason for it, which is:
Suddenly sometime in April I became allergic to scented products. I’m so sad. One day I could wear, for example, hair product and the next day I got a headache from anything with fragrance in it. Like shampoo, which at least I rinse out right away, and scented anti-perspirent, which I like to use. I’m even not wearing the “unscented” kind because that, according to the list, has fragrance in it, too. Soon, I am sure, I will be allergic to the whole universe, except for peanuts because that would just be too normal, and because I don’t actually like peanuts. Just peanut butter sometimes on bread with honey or jam when I really can’t think of anything else to take with me for lunch.
I cleaned my room today and now I feel better! Not that I was feeling bad or anything, but it’s nice to feel better when nothing was wrong. I am, thus, “Super”.
I totally had a dream where I was smoking pot. It was great!
I taped a picture of the cast of Buffy the Vampire Slayer to the pot my aloe plant lives in. Why, you ask? Because I named my aloe plant “Spike”.
I have a bowl of oatmeal with raisins almost every morning and sometimes in the afternoon if I get up late. The container with the raisins in it is often shoved aside in the cupboard (there is a stack of tupperware with, in order from top to bottom, raisins, brown sugar, and salt maybe– haven’t looked in the bottom one for a while) because my dad has brown sugar on his cereal every morning and shoves the raisins aside– because I get up later than he does and replace the raisins to their rightful spot. This stopped for a while because Dad was having maple syrup instead and I was wondering for a while why my raisins were always so neat, but I figured it out.
Also, for a while the raisin container was full of black raisins, which I don’t like as much, but I used them all up and now there are brown raisins.
Also, I tried putting craisins on instead, and Yuck. They hurt my mouth. My mouth hurts just thinking about it.
P.S. That Spike story is like four years late but I just saw my aloe plant in it’s current home and was, like, “why did I put that picture on there?… Oh yeah.”
i'll try to be better. i promise 