I’m watching a new t.v. series that stars Tim Roth. I like Tim Roth quite a lot and at this point is the only reason I still have the show on right now.
I wrote my rent cheque. Writing cheques is bittersweet as they are pleasing to fill out, but in a little while I will have less money in my account.
I have one stamp remaining.
January 1st seems like such a long time ago now. I was just thinking this morning how Jan is almost over and so I will have to get a new bus pass. On Jan 1st I had a great plan to visit Wal-Mart as I knew it would be open (only closed on Christmas Day and Easter Monday!) but I forgot that my December bus pass would not work. Outside there was a misty rain and I really didn’t want to walk around looking for a 7-11 or any place that might be open to sell me a new bus pass, and I didn’t want to use up my change just to bus myself to Wal-Mart. I made a deal with myself to walk to the store on the corner of Fort and Cook and if it wasn’t open to sell me a new bus pass I would walk home. I wasn’t feeling optimistic about it. However, as I turned the angle to get to the doorway the sign said “open” and in I went. “Wow” I said. (I don’t remember if there were flowers outside the store. Usually there are bunches of flowers outside the store for sale, indicating it’s openess, but there musn’t have been any because I remember having to turn the corner to see the sign on the door before I knew it was open.) So I bought my bus pass and then, having missed the #3 bus that would have taken be downtown to connect to a bus that would get me to Wal-Mart, I had to walk down to Douglas. I got wet and it was cold. But the bus was warm and by the time I was coming home again the rain had stopped. I think that was the day I needed a new remote for my TV (and it was only $7!) and a bunch of other stuff that is cheaper at Wal-Mart. Yes, that was the time because I remember looking up places where I might be able to buy a new remote on New Year’s day. Future Shop would have also been open, but I don’t like it there as much as I like Wal-Mart.
My eyes have been drooping all day today. I don’t know why this is as I slept fine and I am not actually tired. Maybe it’s from staring at the computer screen too much.
It must be that time again when I am trying to change my life. I’m spending too much manic time looking at university web sites. This is fine, as they are all well designed and informative, but I don’t really want to go anywhere or study anything. Except maybe to Vancouver to study art at Emily Carr University. Later. Later.
My mind feels blank but I want to write a story. One with a conflict. There has been a real lack of conflict in what I’ve been writing lately. Or issues or anything. Just mostly I write about people thinking and there’s a minor argument going on in their mind. I really need to find some tension, or controversy to explain.
I’ve found two things to look at when I go to Vancouver this weekend. Vancouver isn’t as fun to go to any more now that I live in a place that has all the various mall stores. Not like Duncan that didn’t. Anyway I’ve found some places to go. One is Dressew, which is the fabric/mega-wack crafty stuff store that Julie took me to last year and that I forgot about (but then, how often have I been in Van since then? Once? Twice!) and also Spartacus books, or the used book store I usually go to when I’m downtown. See how much time I have/how much I feel like walking around.
I am plum tuckered out. After publishing and dancing I am ready to sleep now. I will however, be hungry in just a short while, probably. I don’t feel like making anything or eating it right now.
I have a sweater that is too small that I keep meaning to adjust but I can’t be bothered. It’s a nice sweater as it is and I don’t want to change it.
I can get through 1.25 hours of my hour-and-a-half dance class this week, without resting in the middle (I mean, more than everyone else. We do get a three minute break in the middle for stretching and water and whatnot).
This weekend, again, I have only ballet and grocery shopping to do. Next weekend, though, I am going to Vancouver to watch So You Think you Can Dance on tour. I’m trying to find something else to do while I’m there but there’s not much going on that I want to do. I don’t really need to shop and the art gallery is between exhibits then. Whatever. I’m only going to be there overnight.
I had a dream last night that a figure skater was dancing up on the arena boards and then fell down and injured himself. Or herself? I think it was Susan.
I restocked my naturopathic supplements yesterday. Just to say: I do not like the term “supplements” very much. They are “pills”. When I arrive at the naturopath and demand “More Pills!” however, I feel a bit creepy.
Tiny String 17 is not only written but has made it into it’s first paper form: that where I cut and paste the words onto the mock-up (with pictures, etc) before scanning into my computer. I like this part the best. It’s too bad I actually have to write something before I get to it (that’s not actually true, i could make books all day long with little to no content, it’s just a rule I have.) Being at this stage inspires me to write more things, so that’s good. My other favorite part of the process is deciding what colour paper to print the final product on, and figuring out how to produce the cover. I haven’t gotten to this stage yet.
I’m going to have rice pudding!
Today I got a call from reception and Dallas said to me “You have a personal guest at the front.” At first I had no idea what this would mean, having had no personal guests come to work before. However, as I walked out I could see Amber’s head above the partitions and I started to applaud. Then we went for Chinese food and got fat.
Now I’m going to have rice pudding, because after only six hours, I am again hungry.
As I was buying a five-pound bag of carrots today I thought to myself “that’s a lot of carrots.”
The sun was out enough today to shine through my window and make my apartment warm. I basked in this and then I fried up some saurkraut.
My nose is always runny on Sundays.
My tax envelope came! Should I try doing my own taxes this year? Or would
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From Lindsie
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