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  • I just typo-ed an “o” into my name, making me “Loindsie”. A little better than MS spellcheck’s “Landsite”.

    Vacation day whatever. I’ve lost count.

    Yesterday Mum and I planned to get Subways to take with us to the theatre (instead of the delicious chicken sandwiches I had made the days previous). Mum decided that since we were downtown anyway, we should also go to a restaurant for lunch. This makes sence to her: since we are buying our dinner we night as well buy our lunch too. I miss a few steps of this logic but, you know, go along with it. We went to White Spot. This was a mild adventure as the parking lot of White Spot is being torn up in the proocess of the new London Drugs being built behind, but we managed to get in, and despite all the noice outside, was quiet inside the restaurant. (Little review there.)

    The rest of yesterday was the same as the days before with rehearsal. Rehearsals are always the same. My job is to get the groups of dancers upstairs and in the wings before their dance starts. And keeping anyone who is not meant to dance yet downstairs. Also keeping non-dancers who just want to watch downstairs. Most of the school knows these latter things already, and for the most part I just ignore the two or three who sneak up now just because the show usually survives with them there. Mum usually is around anyway and she shoos them all away, or in some cases tells them to sneak better when they come up to the stage.

    Also normal is the dance teachers getting antsy about where their groups are. They’re probably antsy about other things too, being recital week, but I can usually tell them where their groups are (usually the group in question is in the process of being gathered downstairs, getting ready to come up when it’s time.)

    I watched my old jazz/hip hop class on stage. I have the song from their dance stuck in my head. I also saw my old tap class, but I could only recognize a few of them as their costume included a mask. So they were all saying “Hi! How are you? What’s up?” so while I could guess why they sounded like they knew me, I didn’t know who it was.

    Today is extra rehearsal day for those groups who need extra practice, or in the case of my former ballet class, some time to get comfortable on stage. (By that I mean that they looked pretty good but just need to stop looking terrified;) I’m going to go for some of the time but then I’m going to meet Amber and wander off with her for untold adventure.

  • Vacation day four. And three for that matter.

    Yesterday I woke up and leapt out of bed singing a new song that went something like

    It’s tea time!
    And I don’t mean golf!
    I mean tea!

    Yes. It seems that I live in a musical. I would be lying if I told you that it didn’t include forest creatures like little birds and mice a la Disney’s Cinderella. Anyway. I proceed to have tea.

    Vacation day three included making sandwiches. I made up a recipe that pretty much involved just adding more stuff to chicken salad until I thought that my mum would like it. The ingredients included celery, parsley, Miracle Whip, and pickles. Anyway, she liked the sandwich this produced. I, however, thought it had too much taste.

    Vacation day four also found me making sandwiches, only this time with no celery as I used it up.

    Both today and yesterday have been rehearsal days so I have spent a lot of time backstage, and running around, and running up and down stairs. Nothing different from usual. Only I forgot how long rehearsals take, having shown up last year only for a couple of the shows.

    I have found some Veggie Chips that I’m going to consume while reading my book.

  • Vacation day three.

    (I didn’t post on days one and two but here’s what happened:

    Vacation. Day one. I got up early and walked down to the train station to catch the train to Duncan. My vacation plans are not too extensive, it seems. The train ride was nice with the sunny day and the trees. I like taking the train because it affords glimpses into people’s backyards. I saw two treehouses. The train also allowed for a short existential crisis re: upcoming lack of job/upcoming new job/having to leave friends at old job. The soundtrack for this was Radiohead, which was perhaps the precipitor, as it is rather gloomy music. I arrived in Duncan to just miss my dad coming to find me at the station, but then, the plan had been to meet him at Coffee on the Moon, where he usually is on a Saturday morning with chums. He found me anyway.

    I was at my “Duncan home” for five minutes before off again for garage sale-ing. I got a lot of sun but no new possessions as I have little space in my apartment for new junk. There was a beautiful formica table with old-school vinyl covered chairs… but I have no room for this kind of thing yet. There was a battered old dictionary that caught my eye, but I already have a bunch of those. I was however interesting to see all the houses being built in Crofton.

    After garage sale-ing, I napped. Then homemade pizza and cider for dinner. (Although technically the cider was made at a u-brew). Then watching telly with Mum. Then bed.

    I’m reading “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies” on my vacation. So far I’m only impressed by its cleverness, but I’ll let you know.

    Vacation, day two involved me getting up early to catch up on Coronation St. Usually when I am up early to watch Corrie I wake up during the first episode, then get up an do stuff during the remaining four. This stuff includes ironing or receiving breakfast– as was the case during my stay at the fancy hotel– or tidying of my house. Stuff I can do with Corrie in the backgorund. This Sunday however, I just watch straight through and I was a little bored by the end. 2.5 hours is a bit long to sit still. But part of this wasn’t just laziness. I’ve also been having cottonwood allergies while I’m here, and my nose is runny and eyes are itchy and so was feeling a bit gross and sitting and being entertained for a while sometimes helps this. In this case it worked along with a couple spoonfuls of Benadryl allergy meds.

    After Corrie, Mum and I ate french toast and went shopping at Superstore and Wal-Mart where I got my list and nothing more. Pretty good considering these are two places where I will usually find pieces of clothing that appeal to me too much to leave behind. I avioded this, however, as much of what appealed to me were items I already own (like hippie shirts and short-sleeved blouses).

    After shopping was nap time.

    After my nap, which lasted longer than I expected it to, was early supper of chicken, rice and brussel sprouts. The reason for early supper was because Mum and I had a party to go to celebrating the retirement of Kim, the dance teacher. We were so early! But others quickly joined us and Kim had a big surprise. There was cake and balloons. I got to tell everyone about how I am laid off at the end of the month, but being a dance crowd they didn’t seem to care as how I acquire my money is secondary to attendance at dance class, and will I be moving back to Duncan to take dance class there instead. So great.

    After the party Mum and I organized stuff for the rehearsals, then watched TV, then went to bed.)

    Now back to vacation: day three. Nothing has happened because I just got up. Except I’ve had some tea and written some stuff (see above). I’m thinking about doing the task Mum had left for me to finish up.. but it’s not due until Friday.

  • 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.

  • How my morning started
    A list by Lindsie.

    regained consciousness (no dreams while out)
    ensured I could breath (there is prescident for this)
    planned my day
    thought about whether I wished to persue aforementioned plans
    wiggled a bit because I had to pee
    got up (but only because I had to pee)
    peed
    opened curtains to ensure I didn’t sleep through the apocalpse
    decided to persue aforementioned plans
    wrote in my blog for a while, instead.

    The End

  • I did end up going to Van this weekend. I was going to, and then I wasn’t, and then I was. And then I told everyone I might. And then I woke up early on Sat and decided it was a good day to go. I stayed in a Fancy hotel, which is new to me and good to try out. Fancy hotels aren’t that much different from regular hotels, just the bathroom condiments have gold coloured lids, there’s a doorman, and room service breakfast costs $40. The later comes with gourmet ketchup that you don’t know is ketchup because it’s in the same kind of cute little jar as the jams, but you giggle when you notice it. Actually, I giggled in delight a lot at my Fancy hotel. First was the lovely gay receptionist checking me in who had many suggestions about where to shop, and put his fingertips over his mouth like a japanese school girl when he laughed. Then, while I don’t recomend spending so much on a breakfast that is much like any other plate of bacon and eggs (well, the bacon was pretty superior), I did enjoy ticking off the boxes on the card they provided and hanging said card on the doorhandle. Then having selections delivered to me in the morning during Coronation St, by a young gentleman waiter, who brought it right into my room, set it all up on the table and even started the tea for me.

    Conclusion. Fancy hotels are great but entirely not necesary to my happiness or well being.

    I found the best bra ever. I recently decided that after, say, 15 years of attachment to the same style of bra, I need to try something new. The new one is a little padded, where the old style was not; available in colours such as navy blue and maroon; still the same brand, and so far, just as comfortable. Another interesting development, or lack thereof, is the cup size, which is a size less. I always felt that my “c” cup was proof that I was average. Now I’m less so, I guess. Oh, and if you were wondering, and I know that you were! I needed a new style of bra because the previous style keeps showing out from under my shirts in a way that isn’t attractive so I needed a different cut to eliminate this problem, or at least a new bra so I wasn’t showing off how gross my old ones have become.

    So that was at the Sears in Vancouver where I bought that. Interesting story. I tried on my 16 different selections that I had (trying to find a new style) only to discover I might need a different cup size. So I got dressed and instead of asking the customer service people to fetch me the sizes, I was going to fetch them myself (the service people all seemed bewildered that I needed a change room). Also it was busy and I didn’t want to wait. So I asked the service lady there if it was all right if I went for more sizes, leaving my stuff in the room. Again bewilderment ensued. Anyway, I got my sizes, returned to my change room, to have a women inside cry out in protest that the room was occupied. Nevermind that she hadn’t locked the door so I was free to walk right in, nevermind that all my personal stuff (coat, etc) was still there. The woman got out of there pretty quick after I protested that all my stuff was still in there. Heeee. I got the best bra.

    Speaking of old women, old women in Vancouver kept playing chicken with me on the sidewalk and glaring. There would be like 3 of them walking abreast coming up to me, and the one at the end, who should have, you know, let me by, would just stare me down instead, (totally playing chicken! all of them!) so I’d have to get off the sidewalk and walk in traffic instead. Not a big deal, but arriving back in Victoria, two people in a row, you know, ducked back so I could pass on the sidewalk without having to go into traffic to get by. And this was like five steps off the bus. Crazy old Vancouver women! Maybe they expect me to duck back to let them by? But there’s no where for me to duck back to! It’s just me walking!

    Anyway I’m home now and as suspected, my apartment is still a mess.

  • I found some white paint today so I comence making paintings. But did I proceed as planned? No, I thought of something else and started that immediately instead. This is how I roll. On the bright side, the two old paintings I had that I wasn’t quite sure if I liked or not are now covered in white paint and white paper. I’m still not sure if I like them but they are now on their way into something else. So there.

    I voted early today. The dude checking my voter card was super impressed with how young I look. He asked if my ID was fake so I could go to bars, I replied it was fake so I could vote. He let me vote anyway.

    I need a haircut. I’ve been saying this for many many months now but now it’s super true. The ends are dry and gross. Along with the other reasons I’ve been giving of course.

    I’m a little bummed out that I can’t grow a beard. Maybe I’ll save my hair when I get it cut and make my own. This would make a super lame beard, and anyway, would just provide another place for me to drop food on. In?

  • Hi

    So my computer was broken. So I asked Jordan about it and he gave me a list of things to check out. So I did, but then it was still broke. So I invited Jordan over to look it over. And then it was more broke and we went for burgers. That was Monday. So he came back today to look again (with some stuff from his home to try out) and then we went for Chinese food at Rosie’s while something downloaded. When we got back, and before he could install the downloaded thing, the computer started working again. So my computer is now fixed. Hopefully.

    Anyway. Chinese food at Rosie’s is splendid. We tried to go on Monday but it’s closed on Mondays (We knew this, of course, but we went to check anyway. Smitty’s is open for dinner again and maybe the president was set? No. No it wasn’t.)

    I got contacts last week and now when I walk in the rain I’m not angered by the splatters on my glasses! What’s also good about contacts is that I can cover my eyes in exasperation, which is something that comes in handy from time to time.

  • I’m up early because I woke up and instead of rolling over and going back to sleep I got up. Yesterday and the day before and the day before I’ve been sick and so have been in bed for most of the time. Yesterday at 4:30 I decided this was enough and got up and felt better enough, I suppose. My face is still leaking, though and I don’t have much energy. I’m going to lie in bed for a while now and watch Corrie, getting up only at 8 to take my laundry down so I have things to wear in the coming week.

    I decided last night that I am too pretty pretty to ever be in a punk band, but the yelling with guitars looks like a lot of fun.

  • Things that bugged me today.

    1) Having to go to work
    2) People who make my phone ring at work
    3) Having picked up the phone, having to solve people’s problems
    4) It was warm in my room at work
    5) Being sleepy
    6) Wanting to play but having to be at work instead
    7) Having to go through more hoops to try and get into another worker’s pool
    8 ) That the webpage where I was meant to put information for (7) didn’t work this morning, and when it did work, had lost all the information that I had already entered.

    Things that were good today
    1) Compliments on my homemade bread (I didn’t share, just people in the lunch room saw it)
    2) My sandwich at lunch, made with homemade bread (wholewheat)
    3) Yellow highlighter
    4) Finishing several random paperworks that I have been putting off.
    5) A fresh stock of #9 envelopes
    6) Sun shining in my window this morning
    7) Punching holes in a piece of paper and placing it in a binder.
    8 ) Punching holes in a piece of paper and filing it.
    9) Tea
    10) Opening my window at work.
    11) Putting reminder in my Outlook calender to close window.