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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.

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  • 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.

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  • 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.

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  • 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.

  • Something strange is going on:

    my house is messy so I go stay in a hotel.

    I need to do laundry so I buy new clothes

    I’m down to condiments and wine in my fridge… so I go out for supper? I guess condiment toast is good when you’re drunk, though…

    I don’t really like the person who is forming here. But I don’t really want to do my chores either.

    Do you ever have to talk to your inner five-year-old?

    “Do you have to pee? Why are you wiggling? Is it because you have to pee? Do you maybe just want to go to the washroom and see if you have to pee?”

    “Do you need a nap? You seem a little grumpy… maybe if you just lay down for a while and close your eyes you’d feel better.”

    “Just have two cookies, that’s enough. Ok, five, but put the bag away now, that’s enough… Maybe you feel sick because you ate the whole bag, I told you, didn’t I?”

    “Don’t eat that, it was on the floor.”

    “I know it’s shiny but that doesn’t mean you have to buy it. I don’t care if you have a credit card.”

  • 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.

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  • 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.

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  • 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!

  • lady in a red raincoat (with the hood up because it’s rainy) walking into the building with a yellow potted flower
    and the air is blue because behind the clouds the sun is setting.

  • 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

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