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Month: March 2010

  • The previous post neglects to mention that I am scared of fish and therefore will not go scuba diving.  A woman down the cubicle-row from me at work just got a fish at her desk.  It’s purply-blue and I’m not scared of just one fish in a, well, tubey glass thing as it is.  Just as fish lurking in the darks of the ocean.  So there!

    “So there!” is my new saying.  I used it several times while at lunch on Wednesday with Susan.  I’m pretty sure Susan wanted to kick me I was so clever in the usage of my new saying.  I’m sure there are lots of times that Susan just wants to kick me in rage, but she doesn’t because she’s nice.  So there!

    I’ve eaten far too many vanilla sandwich cookies.  I bought them yesterday at the James Bay Thrify Foods.  I went for a loooong walk last night after work.  I went from work, into James Bay, then along to Dallas Road, past Beacon Hill Park to Cook Street.  And then I live on Cook Street so I ended the walk at my home.  I was masterfully pooped at the end of the walk, but it was a pretty nice commute.

    I need more tomatoes as I’ve finished those I had in the course of eating tomato, hummus and mayonnaise sandwiches.   Mm.

  • Dream/Non-Dream

    When my alarm went off this morning, I didn’t fully wake up. This was because it was one o’clock in the morning. I had set my alarm because me and Amber and Susan were planning to go scuba diving and we had to get up that early to get ready to catch the bus. Susan and Amber were sleeping over. I felt bad that the alarm was so loud and reached over to turn it down. This is when Amber sat up, trying to get out of bed because we were supposed to get up, anyway.

    This is when I really woke up (sortof) because my alarm radio was actually going off, and realized that I wasn’t going scuba diving today, I’m just going to work.

  • While eating an apple yesterday, I bit the inside of my cheek Really Hard. I had to stop eating for a few moment so I could cry a little bit: this was how hurty it was to chew on the inside of my cheek. Lesson learned: self-canabalism is a bad idea.

    Speaking of the inside of my mouth, I’ve made another dental appointment for whatever I need done next. I don’t know what the procedure is named eveb though the dental receptionist said it a few times. Pre-fixing the teeth with cavities before they disintigrate. That will take place in April, which is fast approaching.

  • “Puffy” is a word I should probably stop using to describe people. But I didn’t start it. I got it from the movie “Grosse Pointe Blank”. Joan Cusack describes the people at her ten year high school reunion as just the same as they had been in high school, only puffier. That’s a good movie. I own it on VHS!

    Did I tell you about that time… I probably have already, I find the story quite funny:

    This one time when I was working at Wal-Mart (and you just know this os going to be a pretty great story with such an opening) these two women asked me for help in the girlswear department. They were sort of staring at me, agog, which isn’t strange– I mean, a helpful walmart employee? I’d be surprised, too. So I didn’t think too much about it. “Stupid customers” is what I no doubt thought to myself. Just after they left, however, I realized that they were two girls I knew from high school but I didn’t recognize them because they had become so puffy!

    Right? Right?

    None of my coworkers thought that this was as funny as I did. Maybe they hadn’t seen “Grosse Pointe Blank”.

  • It’s nap time.

    I’ve totally brought out my spring jackets to wear. It’s almost warm enough too. It wasn’t warm enough when I left for lunch, but coming back it was. I’ll bring out my spring clothes soon, maybe this weekend, but I’m still in the mood for my winter sweaters.

    I’m listening to The End, the radio station, via internet. I haven’t listened to The End for many years, since 1998 maybe? Before l left home the first time. The signal didn’t reach my radio in Victoria so I had to listen to sub-standard Victoria radio. It’s probably been on the internet for forever now, but I’ve been into other things. Mostly television is what I’ve been into. And school, I guess. Hm. I just remembered I listened to them when I lived in Vancouver, also via internet. But they only seemed to play Postal Service. I liked it better when I was a teenager and reception was fuzzy on my radio coming all the way from Seattle.

    My first awareness of Nine Inch Nails was a t-shirt worn by a guy in my art class. When I saw the band name (having never heard of them before) the first thing that came to mind was how the Chinese emperors grew their fingernails really long as a status symbol—they couldn’t use their hands for anything but that was ok because they had many servants to do everything for them. Yeah? Nine-inch fingernails? Sure.

  • I’ve been trying to get to work on time in the mornings. This week I’m 2 for 2. This morning on my walk in, my legs were moving but my brain was off. My legs were moving fast, though, so that’s good. The trick to getting to work on time is not to dawdle. This includes the time on the walk in, and any time before: e.g. standing in my pajamas and staring out the window for a while.

    I’m only slightly less tired today than I was yesterday. Of course I had tea in the afternoon yesterday to prevent me from nodding off, but then I had some chocolatey ice cream in the evening. I was craving it, of course because I was tired. I had to walk all the way to M-on-Y to get it, which I thought would tucker me out completely, but afterwards I just sortof sat stunned, staring at the TV. I’ll try to do better today but I’m probably going to have some ice cream again. It’s called Cherry Nirvana, filled with chunks of choco, and huge sour cherries. This is an ice cream that works best melted down in a bowl so that I can a) mush up the sour cherries so I don’t get a big mouthful of sour and b)chew the bits of cherry that result because they are melted a bit as they would hurt my teeth if I chewed them when they were cold. Whoo-whoo.

  • The more books I read, the more I am unfit for human interaction, it seems. I actually used the phrase “I’ve been tasked” in normal conversation just a few moments ago. In my defense, I’m really tired today. Also in my defense, I not only read a lot, but I also watch a lot of British television/movies. Yesterday morning I made pancakes with a British accent. For example.

    My mum will no doubt sum it up thusly: you’re just weird. That reminds me: I have to do my taxes.

  • I have the song “Inside Out” by Eve 6 in my head. This is the first song that played this morning after the news on the radio that woke me up at 6:28. I was annoyed to hear it, as it is an annoying song, and I am annoyed that it is in my head right now, and that I know all the words. I can’t say I hate the band Eve 6, however, as they were named after a character in an episode of the X-Files. I didn’t have to look at Wikipedia to tell you that, but if you don’t believe me, it’s all there for you to see.

    Naomi invited me to move to Burnaby with her in 2 years to pursue school (her – SFU, me – TBD). Both Naomi and I are fond of making such plans, but they don’t usually coincide.

  • I am Incredibly grumpy this morning. Too much junky-sugary food last night. I should stop doing that. Today I shall shop for fruits and veggies and have a day or week of hummus sandwiches with tomato. That means I have to make bread. Unnnnnng. Later. I’m still in bed right now and wish to finish my book: “Middlesex” by Jeffrey Eugenides. At first I was only intrigued by the last name of the author but the book itself is also good. Some fine transitions, both literary and portrayed, and a charming narrative voice.

  • I dreamt this morning that I couldn’t get my contacts in because I couldn’t get my eyes to open. I think this was because I was actually still asleep in real life. It really sucked in the dream because I was trying to get ready for the performance of Cabaret I was in. I thought at the time (in the dream) that the lights around the dressing room mirror were too bright.

    Nuts to dreams where my eyes won’t open.