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  • I just just just talked to Mom and Dad Simpson via Kimberly on facebook. I feel like I’ve been hugged and am very happy.

    Mom and Dad Simpson are of course Kimberly’s parents. I send them my x-mas letter if I write one and the occasional issue of T.S. (the one titled “Kimberly” for example).

    They used to visit Victoria when Kimberly lived here, and when K lived in Victoria she lived with me! They would camp on our living room floor (first in our cluster house in res at UVic, and then in our apartment on Belcher) and I have been assured that this is what they are doing now on a visit to K in Quesnel. Once they made a big dinner of spaghetti and while we were eating it, Jordan and Alli showed up and there was of course enough for them as well. (Even though Jordan and Alli were most polite and declined at first.)

    Another time, in res, Kimberly (or Tanya I don’t remember) had a sheet that we hung on the wall and we all drew on it with crayola markers. Mom and Dad S were there and they were excited about it and it was a party.

    I don’t have any crayola markers at the moment. Maybe that’s what my life is missing.

    Anyway. They sent me hugs and kisses over the internet. They laughed when I told them that my cure for my hangover last weekend was to go to ballet class. That started because Dad S said that he used to party Fri and Sat night when he lived in Victoria and then go for a walk on the beach on Sun. To which Mom S replied, the walk was to get over his hangover.

    They also laughed when I asked if they had made food for Kimberly while they were there, but I guess they went out for dinner instead, which I guess is pretty much the same thing. (This is what Mum and Dad — no initial needed — do.)

    I told them how pleased I am with myself, working and dancing and making new chums.

    I’m tired tonight. I already had a nap after dance class. Dance class kicked my ass, but I felt strong and not tired so that’s getting better. I’ve decided not to participate in the end of year shindig, just because I don’t really want to perform this year. Last year I was, of all things, annoyed that I had to get up in front of people. It was fun in the end, but maybe I need to not perform this year so I will like it again next year? I don’t know. I’m a big fan of dance class, where I don’t have to perform, just get my ass kicked. Although maybe I’ll change my mind. In class today, after I’d spoken to my teacher of my decision, I was thinking to myself, shoot, maybe it would be fun. But then the real reason I don’t want to do it is because I will either be without a job at the end of the month (stressful) or starting a new job at some point (also stressful) and I don’t want to anxiety myself into sickness or breakdown. Also, I have technically requested holidays for the middle week of June with the original intention of skipping town and going to hang out at the Carlson’s recitals like I always do. But you know, if I don’t get those holidays due to only being extended to the end of June I could always do the end of year shindig with my own dance school.

    This is how my head is circling. It’s not a manic circle! It’s just circling. But my first choice (because in reality I Always know what I really want to do) I want my vacation days and I want to go to Duncan for a week and watch dancing. I just keep having to have back up plans for everything. Arg. But I’d rather do the prep work than snap.

  • I’ve been using a lot of paint on my painting. This is because it takes a lot of paint to make it look how I want it to look. Painting is getting heavy. Literally.

    Instead of sliding my foot along the floor whilst moving into second position plie in dance class, I stubbed my toe. Then later someone kicked my hand with their grand battement to the back. When this happened I said sorry. For you know, getting my hand in the way. The more dance class I do the worse I am getting. So great. (Not really! I just want to sound cool.)

    Everything is normal. (Not really! Nothing is ever normal. You should know that.)

    That’s all the superficial stuff.

    I should probably be more stressed out about work. However I have been extended for another month, so I don’t have to worry about potential unemployment yet. I’m also getting some retro pay since my job was reclassified, so that’s neat. I’m telling everyone that if I don’t have a job in July I’m going to sleep in and it’s this kind of thought that is keeping me from getting too anxious. I’m not lying when I say this. Whenever I start freaking out I just imagine myself lounging in bed on a Tuesday and those feelings just dissappear. Although it is easier to get up in the morning now that the sun is shining at 6 in the morning. Unless it’s raining like it was on Tuesday. I’m happy to have my spring and summer clothes out and my new navy blue undergarment.

    I keep forgetting that I meant to do a Tiny String for May. I guess I still have a few days, including a weekend, to do that. I have one sort of half written. And I have another one sort of thought up. No focus! And I’ve been covering myself in paint instead. AND drinking cider, which does not increase productivity but does promote glee.

  • So much has happened today. But also not very much.

    I went upstairs at work today and was roundly complimented by Lynda and Dallas on such things as my attire and hair. All I was looking for was envelopes so this was a good trip on my part.

    Also at work was yet another birthday cake, this time in the morning. Cake for breakfast! Never bad.

    I meant to go to dance class today and then go for sushi dinner and then go to the dance show I had a ticket for. Instead it went thusly: dance class, so tired I can’t stand, go home early, have nap, feel better, have supper of leftovers, go to dance show, be roundly amused.

    When I came out of the dance show: it’s still warm outside! I wore my gloves anyway due to my delicate fingers, of course. My plan next year (given that I’m still employed enough to afford it) is to get tickets for dance shows on days when I don’t also have dance class. I’m just too tired.

  • My Floor Barre instructor this evening remarked that I was doing one of the exercises in a “gorgeous” fashion. This, considering that I have no strength or flexibility (two things that make for gorgeous dancers, for example) is significant.

    I’ve started doing a new thing when I am vexed (usually when I just miss a walk signal at an intersection). I bob a bit and wave my hands at the bottom of my arms and say “ooooooh!” in a whining tone. I was doing this for a couple of weeks before I, you know, noticed. I should probably pay attention to myself more. I tend to get a bit silly when left to my own devices.

    I bought a new wallet last weekend at Daiso. It was just a wallet of pockets for cards, with no place for change, but I fixed that today, adding some velcro to one of the sections so on the off chance that I have change, I can carry it safely. Adding the velcro was very annoying, as I had to sew it on within the structure of the wallet. I finally used one of my curved upholstery needles (which I purchased in the first place just because they look neat, never intending to use them for anything) and it was incredibly tedious. But I persevered and now everything is correct and as it should be.

    I conclude: I enjoy relish a great deal.

  • I had a fun weekend.  (Exept that ferries in both directions ran late.  This was a problem going over to Van because the bus over there has to leave right on time, leaving a bunch of us to wait an hour for the next one.  The only other option when stranded at Tswassen is to take a cab but I didn’t do that.  It ended up being a 1/2 wait before the next bus came and the driver took pity on us and let us on to wait on the warm bus.  On the way home, the 3 o’clock boat was actually the 3:30 boat, but there was an express bus into Vic waiting for us on the other side, which was nice.  I haven’t checked the schedule to see if they sent one out special for us.  Either way, it probably kept me from snapping…)

    The show was very fun.  11 000 people there to watch dance.  I was one of them.  Also: screaming and whatnot.  It was amazing to watch the dancers perform all of their tricks of strength and flexibility as though they are as simple as breathing.  And many of my favorite dances from the show were performed, so that was pretty fun.  These words aren’t describing it right.  This does:

    WHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

    Other items of note that were enjoyable on this trip:  we ate supper at Moxie’s before.  This is the restaurant that is in the hotel we were at (the Sandman, just a few blocks from the place with the thing) and we went there again after the show for drinks (me) and dessert (Bonnie).  There is a pool and hottub at the hotel and I used both of them.  When I missed my second bus of the trip (trying to get the 1:00 ferry bus but having the b-line take too long to get me there and watching the ferry bus leave the station fro the light across the street) I went into Richmond and went to Daiso (formally called, in this blog, “the two-dollar store”) and bought goodies, including a new wallet.  It’s just a card holder (I’l going to add some velcro or something so I can use one of the pockets for change) but it’s pink plaid and I already love it a lot.  (My last zipper pouch that I’ve been using for maybe two years still works but Is looking a little frayed.  All the sequins, amazingly, are still attached!)

  • 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 where I told my sister’s friends to be quiet so I could nap and then they hated me.  The person playing my sister in the dream, however, wasn’t my real sister, and her friends were all large, native teenagers.

    I had such a Friday today.  It was ugg.  I topped it off with hot dogs for supper because I’m whimsical like that.

    I had a Soy-Black-Tea-Latte at break this afternoon so I may never sleep again.  It was very worth it though.  Very tasty.  Now that I think about it, I paid for it with a quarter that I should have saved for doing laundry.  Shoo.

    Did I mention I finally got some matches?  Oh yes.

    There were many kinds of post it notes at work today.  (And that’s all I can remember clearly about that, right now.)  Also, someone told me (I know who, I’m just not going to say here) that when she first saw me, she thought to herself, “that’s the kind of girl who’s going to have a romance we’ll all hope for”.  This is one of the many reasons I enjoy going to my workplace 9 days out of a two week pay period.

    Plan for this weekend:
    1) Watch West Wing, season 3
    2) Ballet at 11:15 on Saturday
    3)grocery shopping at Oxford Foods on Sunday (needed: celery and carrots)
    4) (Optional) Go to Mayfair to see if there are any good deals on things I want (I want a new coat and a hoody with fur inside)
    5) Hot bath(s) with Epson salts*

    *This is because I think my chest is better, at least better enough, and I may have pushed myself a little much in Floor Barre this evening.  Right now, this is the list of things that are already hurty: inner thigh, pinkies (fingers and toes), shoulder blades, the place between the bottom of my ribs and my hips on both sides of my body.

  • I’m tired but ok.  I’m trying to think of a new tiny string story but I haven’t dedicated the minutes needed to do so as of yet.  I just took some echinacea pills and I think they got stuck on the way down my food-tube.  Owie.

    My apartment is still clean despite it being a whole day since I last tidied it.  Probably helping this is that I was at work for many hours today.

    My chest feels betterer today.  I’m crossing my fingers (again) that I can get through more of my dance class tomorrow.  PS in regards to dance class: I took only half-classes last week but am wholey stiff from that.  Good times.  Good times.