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  • 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?

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    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.

  • I have “beans-in-cans” on my grocery list. That I note that they are in cans is to diferentiate them from “beans-in-jars” or “from-dad’s-garden” for which they might be mistaken should I write just the one word “beans”. What I mean is really pork’n’beans but I don’t call them that. I actually call them beans-in-a-can. Which I guess could also mean green beans, because I think one could purchase such a thing. I wouldn’t though, having ample stock of “beans-in-jars” which were once “beans-from-dad’s-garden” but have been preserved to eat in the winter, and having grown up with such, make “green-beans-that-are purchased-in-a-can” seem ghastly.

    I also need carrots, as the 5kg bag I bought months ago is dwindling and kind of gross. Was is 5kg? I don’t remember. There are 2 carrots left. Or one carrot and a piece of another carrot, so 1.5 carrots left. And macaroni salad season is here, so I better get some more.

    The other day when I was waiting for Susan in Chapters (before the opera) I saw about 6 books that I wanted to read in the SF&F section. Usually there are zero. I’m either in a mood or there are a bunch of new books out. I’ve ordered one at the library, Preventing Purchase (it’s fantasy so there’s little chance I will need to keep it). Some of the others are manga though… and I can’t remember the name. I’ve already had to go back to chapeters to remember the name of the book I ordered at the library. I could have been smart and looked at the manga too, but I didn’t, wanting to get out as soon as able, as to Prevent Purchase. Dag nabbit.

    I’m reading Tom Jones right now so it will be a while before I can read anything else (in theory). That’s Tom-Jones-the-novel, not Tom-Jones-the-singer-from-Wales. I’ve read the first few chapers on several occasions before and then stopped. It’s a thick and daunting book. But this time I’ve made it a bit further and it’s pretty addicting, if it takes me a while to get around some of the sentence structure sometimes to figure out what’s being said. It’s an old book. There are notes at the back I can look up, but they aren’t marked throughout the text, so I sort of have to guess what archaic references are going to be explained to me. Sometimes they are and sometimes they aren’t.

    Yesterday I had “Moving Day” by Fred Penner in my head. This is because I saw a moving truck.

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  • I think I have figured out that I have traded my balance, coordination and endurance in dance class for stomach muscles. This is not a good trade, considering I barely know how to use said muscles.

    My arms are ok, as long as I don’t have to move them too quickly. Still really long. A little less floopy.

  • The more dance classes I do, it seems, the worse dancer I am becoming. Or maybe I’m just going through an awkward stage? I can’t seem to get through a whole class without getting super-pooped. I can do technique excersies fine at the start of class but when it comes time to apply them to combinations and actual choreography, I am too tired to hold any of it. This despite my new discovery that I now have usable stomach muscles that I can employ and use to hold things like legs in the air.

    I don’t know. Maybe I should get a better night’s sleep or something. I’m missing class on Thurs this week because I have an eye appointment. (Thurs and Fri is when the place is open after work.) Whatever.

  • I made so many lunches for myself this week: this morning I had a choise between peanut butter and honey sandwiches and rice-tuna salad. As delicious as the rice-tuna salad promises to be, I have decided to put the PB and H in my lunch bag this morning. It’s fun to have options!

    I made a rhubarb crisp yesterday, which I have portioned out into plastic containers for my lunches as well. I’m thinking of purchasing some ice cream to eat with this? Just because it’s still just a little too tart. I put, like, an extra cup of rhubarb than the recipe called for as I have a lot of rhubarb in my freezer to do stuff with.

    Speaking of rhubarb, I have a recipe for zuccini bread in the cook book for my new bread maker. So that’s something else to do if I get a lot of zuccini this year.

    I was pondering about how my journal is mostly a recording of things I have done in the past (even if it was just a few moments ago, as with the big lunch decision I just made). Perhaps I should also write about what I’m going to do in the future. Or at least what I think I’m going to do.

    As for the past, on Saturday night I went to see “The magic flute” which is an opera that was written by Mozart and was first performed in 1791. It was grand on a grand scale. Got a little tedious around the 2.25 hour mark, but other than that I liked it pretty much the whole way through. (The ‘pretty much’ is a reflection of the subtext of presenting the women as impractical and flaky, and the men as logical and reasoned. But I can overlook that because the costumes were pretty and the comic relief was satisfying.)

    I ended up asking Susan to go with me, as my origianal opera buddy, Noralee, was sick. We had fun being dressed up, and looking at all the other dressed up people.

  • I was almost scared this morning when there was new music on the weather channel. But it was just for some specific report or something becuase when I tuned in to the local forecast the music was the same as always.

    Yes, this is getting written about in my blog. I do like the new music, I just don’t think I was going to be able to accept the change, after having just noticed that I find the current music soothing.

  • 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.

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