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I took a course on discrimination prevention this morning. It was informative enough and only half a day long so that was a plus. When done, I stopped at Fairway (course was at UVic so this was the Shelbourne Plaza Fairway) and bought soup that I’d seen on sale and sushi for lunch. I’m having a hard time finding canned soup that is fancier than tomato, and of course not cream of anything, but then is dairy free. Lots have hints of parmesan or romano cheeses.

When I was 18 I would have turned off Alanis Morrisette singing on the radio. I was anti-Alanis. This morning, though, I did not do this and now I have stupid “Ironic” in my head. How do I know all the words when I never listened to it?

I walk slow in the summer. In the winter I walk fast because it’s cold outside and I am in a hurry to get inside where it’s warm. In the summer I walk slow as there is heat and I don’t like to get sweaty.

So I took the train to Duncan this morning. The first trestle was
fine, I even leaned over to see further down. Fun. But the train
sort of leaned over during the course of the second trestle, so I got
the view whether I wanted it or not. And in this case, with the train
leaning over like it was, I didn’t really want to see the view. I
leaned in the opposite direction– you know, to make sure that the
train didn’t tip down into the raveen. And then in the middle of the
span, the train stopped, just so we could all enjoy the view. Eeeeee!

In passing.

Through my open apartment window, I can smell someone’s dinner cooking. It smells delicious. I can also hear someone *typing on a typewriter*.

I want dinner and a typewriter!!

-This is what I’m covering up
-I forgot that the blue was meant to remain pure
-this is what you’re thinking when I ask how you are feeling
-several hundred dollars worth of paint (photos documenting the destruction of my stupid painting? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just cover it up with “This is what I’m covering up”) -The view outside my window/ The view from inside my head
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Today I found a sunbeam and had a nap.

Today I bought a book and started reading it.

I’m kindof tired. In a while I will be able to see fireworks from my window. I’m not sure if I’ll make it or if having a nap pretty late in the day is going to keep me awake. I guess being nervous about starting job tomorrow might keep me awake, too, but I’m not feeling that quite yet, which is good. I finally got the letter I was supposed to get for me to sign and formally accept the job, but it was in the regular mail so I just got it yesterday. I signed it and faxed it from Staples today. This letter calls me Assistant Supervisor. which sounds quite posh. Although the secret is that I’m assistant supervisor over 2 clerks who will be gone at the end of the summer, but I don’t have to tell people that.

I think the heat really affects my appetite. I’m eating 25% less. I know this because there keeps being a quarter of my food left when I become full. This is most obvious with my quarter of mini-pizza in the fridge right now. Tomorrow for lunch I’m going to go to Subway. This had been a semi-plan, but now that it’s late and I have nothing actually prepared, it will be what happens.

The book I bought is “Julian Comstock: Something-something-22nd Century” It’s good so far. It wasn’t used or from Russels even though my gift from work was a gift certificate for that, my favorite bookstore. It’s new and from Chapters, and the book I desired today. Yes.

The recital went well last night, except for, you know, parents who couldn’t get tickets because the place sold out.

I couldn’t get to sleep last night for no reason except for maybe the excessive amount of tea I drank yesterday. I finished my book (which I will review later) and started reading HYD again, as it seems like a good time to do this.

So I slept in until 11 this morning and have just now realized that I have about 1 hour until I’m meant to be back at the theatre and I probably don’t want to show up in my PJs.

I am spending a lot of money on this painting. Don’t tell my Mum. It just so happens that the way I like to paint involves a lot of paint. In clumps. Next time I’m going to use a smaller canvas. The thing is alternating between looking like vomit and looking close to decent. I can’t tell you what it’s a painting of because it’s not ‘of’ anything. There are many clumps of paint, though, because that is my new technique: ‘clumping’.

Peter Mansbridge is wearing spectacles. I am not. The super-hot shades I bought at Save-On the other week fell apart while on my face the other day. I put them back together and they continued to be super-hot.

It’s super-hot in my apartment right now. I have both windows open. It is a debate whether to open the curtains and the windows as to let in air, or to close the curtains as to block the direct sunlight.

I don’t feel like writing more. Maybe later when it cools down. I’m going to lie on my bed and position the fan at my feet.

partial list of songs I will cover when I am a famous pop singer:
1. enter sandman by metallica
2. lose yourself by eminem

that’s all I can think of for now.

I forgot to report how I took the PCL bus to Vancouver instead of basic transit like I usually do. My review is thus: taking basic transit to Vancouver is dumb.

I want a hair cut. Only whenever I phone a hair place they want me to be specific. So do you want it cut or styled or coloured…? And specifically I want it cut and styled. Specifics are annoying. “I want my hair to look pretty” is what I will say this time. Maybe they’ll put sparkles and a tiara in it!