The fireworks are a crackling outside and there are little ghoulies and ghosties and goblims tripping up and down the street with thier huge sacks waiting to be filled with candy.
Cinder is sitting in the middle of the floor, ears back and eyes as black as they can get. Every time one of the crackers goes off, she growls. She really is quite bent, but I have no idea how to tell her that this is a temporary arrangement. Miss Kitten, on the other hand, couldn't care less.
Went to work today. Stomach still not feeling great, but I made it through the entire day, though I'm sad to report that the girl who sits next to me must have caught my flu-bug and went home early. :( I've decided that I will only stay until the end of December - unless I find something new in th meantime. My mental state is at stake and I'm certain that that decision alone will make the days of the interim more bearable.
Today was our semi-typical biweekly adventure to fetch our checks from work. We got up, dressed and then gragged ourselves waaaay out to work to do so. Seems a waste of a perfectly good day off, but hey, I'm not going to wait until monday to actually have access to my money. Then we came back home to pee before heading back downtown so I could deposit my check and J could cash his. We did our money thing and then went and had some lunch out, as is tradition on payday. Then we went up to the other mall near home and blew a bunch on groceries and then zipped home laden with bags of food, which is a good thing, because we were running low.
It was when we hopped on the number 6 to go downtown that and sat near the back where there's more leg room since I've got issues with the way the plastic seats are cut so I end up cracking one or the other of my kneecaps on the edges. (I am, after all, a klutz). We make a stop and more people get on, no big deal - in fact I didn't even pay attention until after J finished speaking and we both began to look distractedly around the bus, he out the window and me into the interior of the bus. Now, there's one seat that's in the middle of the bus that faces the exit door, and a skinny dried out looking woman (perhaps a junkie, judging from her apparel and complexion) had got on the bus just after us and was sitting in that seat, legs straight out in front of her. I looked at her boots because they were right in the aisle when I realised that she had her hand in her pants. I looked away instantly, aware that the mother and daughter set in the seat in front of me probably had a clear view of what this woman was doing. I nudged J because I could hardly believe what I'd seen. He did a double take too and then shook his head. "Now I've seen everything." he said. The woman at least attempted to put her purse over her busy little hand, but not with much effort, because it kept slipping. The horrible part was I kept looking back because I couldn't believe myself - and that she was still at it - it was like a bad accident on the freeway. I rang the bell one stop early so I could exit the bus. J agreed whole-heartedly and we stood awkwardly for a few seconds in front of the woman before the bus came to a complete stop. She looked like she really didn't care where she was. J and I made a couple of crude jokes about getting off the bus when we'd hit the street, but I swear, I'm scarred now. (I mean, fine: do your thing, just not on a public bus because it's public ya freakin moron... yeesh.)
I've had a nice relaxing day today. I got up rather early, despite my best intentions to sleep until at least 10. I was up at 8:30 or so and dressed in my floppy holes-in-the-ass sweatpants and a tee-shirt that I've not worn in public since it was a work shirt for when I worked at Mark's Work WearHouse once upon a time. I spent the first couple of hours watching episodes of Desperate Housewives that I'd downloaded to feed my guilty addiction.
Then, at about 11 I decided I should actually DO something with my day and hopped in the shower - rather stepped gingerly in since my tendency towards klutzism these days is actually quite remarkable. Once I was dressed I hunted up all the library books I'd scattered all over the house - and the games J rented with the boys that one night and left the house on a mission to return the things.
Of course, a trip to the library requires that I spend time browsing and selecting some things to read. I came back with waaay to many books to read in three weeks, but that's never stopped me from doing it anyway. Love books!! (I filled my backpack this time! I was on a biography kick, including Not Even My Name which I've read almost halfway through already.)
At the bus stop after the library I saw the old man who used to be in the waiting room of the prison, often on the same days I went, to visit his son. His son is the one that ended up being dubbed "the creepy guy" who does laps daily around hillside mall, originally accompanied by this old man and his wife who speak thickly accented english. I never found out where they were from - conversation in a place like that is plastic and weather-related. Their son was in the same unit as M - that is 'protective custody' - but it was never clear why he was there. M did mention that he was there for similar reasons, but that the other man creeped even him out. Seeing the old man today - a gentleman in his black wool coat and greek-style fisherman's cap, grey-white beard and spectacles - made me wonder how he felt about his life, about how his son turned out. The encounter made me think about M's parents.
Damn retrospection.
I had a customer the other day that sounded like Boomhauer from "King of the Hill". I kid you not. The man added extra syllables every few seconds and I felt bad about getting him to repeat himself six times, but I finally figured out what he wanted. *sigh* Thankfully, the last few days at work weren't the type where I had to go and sit in a bathroom stall to regain control of myself in between calls. I did, however, spend lots of time shaking my head and wondering how all these people get out of bed and manage not to kill themselves in the kitchen every morning when they make toast, or even tie their shoes.
A naturally skilled companion to those around you, you earnestly use your prowess out of concern to those you care about. "This forest is old. Very old. Full of memory... and anger." (but I like this quote better:) Legolas stirred in his boat. "Nay, time does not tarry ever," he said; "but change and growth is not in all things and places alike. For the Elves the world moves, and it moves both very swift and very slow. Swift, because they themselves change little, and all else fleets by: it is a grief to them. Slow, because they do not count the running years, not for themselves. The passing seasons are but ripples ever repeated in the long long stream. Yet beneath the Sun all things must wear to an end at last."
Possessing a rare combination of wisdom and humility, while serenely dominating your environment you selflessly use your powers to care for others."Even the smallest person can change the course of the future."
Yes, I took it twice. (Quiz via WWdN in Exile) Who are YOU? on my winamp: Nine Inch Nails - The Wretched
random lines typed madly before my head fell off...
It was a beautiful October-type morning, even though it felt like it was still way too early to be awake. The fog was thick, so all the street lights glowed a diffused yellow. We couldn't see beyond the buildings across the street, so there were no mountains or anything beyond, like we were living inside a cloud, or had been removed from the planet by some alien magic. When vehicles came up the road the headlights would glow like some mythical monster-eyes in the thickness. The only thing that was missing was the smell of woodsmoke for the nostalgia factor.
And despite this I dragged the dragging butt off to work today AND made it all the way through, though barely. (Three days down, two to go.) J went home early because one of his fingers had swollen up so badly he couldn't even type. The damp weather really screws with his joints. I thought about going home early too, but I figured the migraine'd go away soon enough. No such luck, I spent the last half of the day squinting and eye-watering at the monitor. I emailed my TL to see if tomorrow off would be a huge issue, and she said that I was going to be given a PIN for the day off I had to take because of the bus strike. (PIN being a "disciplinary" tool the company uses... pff) I am so not agreeing with that. J didn't get pinned for it, and neither did many others - seriously, circumstances beyond my control. Of course, it's not like I tried so hard as to put myself out a full days wage to take a freaking taxi to work, but hey, there's a limit.
I got off a little late today because I had a customer call in at 2:58. Urgh. But that only meant I didn't have to wait too much longer for the bus that went to the Royal Oak exchange. Lucky me the 6 wasn't far behind either, so I was home at 4. I've been sitting in my captain's chair (really a cat-clawed and near-to-dead old chair I found out by the dumpster about a year ago) catching up on my blog reads. Starting to feel more relaxed now, and I'm hoping that this migraine that's creeping around the edges of my vision will just *fuck off* before tomorrow.
OMFG! This makes me sick, really it does. (Link via freakgirl, one of my current repeat reads.) Seriously, these children really have no idea what kind of crap their singing about, and there's no way they have any idea about the real world, not if they're getting home-schooled by their "white nationalist" mother. Ugh...
On a completely different note, I had another idea for a "novel" for NaNoWriMo. I'm going to scribble that outline now, and then probably curl up in bed with my book, if I can read, or just sleep.
word count: 532 on my winamp: Juno Reactor - Mona Lisa Overdrive
and it goes "Ain't it good to breathe the air/Another spin around the sun..." I think it's by Edwin. I don't know why it's stuck in my head. It's mostly the music rather than the words, because I can't for the life of me remember how it goes btu I can hear the music in my head, over and over and over.... it's messing with me! RRrr.
I feel a little like I'm losing my grip on reality again. The nails are digging in, but it's like grabbing shale scree or mud. I have these little moments of clarity where I'll feel like I've got a complete rapport with the universe - I'll see a single starling perching on the top of a telephone pole singing it's little heart out and I will feel like everything is going right and I'm perfectly happy. Then I look away and I remember that there's stuff to do, how tired I am, that I forgot something, that I have to go to a job I hate tomorrow...
It's funny, I have to actively make myself forget that I hate the job to get myself to get out of bed and actually get there. Once I'm there I can plug through the day with hardly any trouble, because I know the more calls I take, the closer I am to going home. The time goes pretty quickly when there's something to do, but the killer is the knowing I have to go.
I need to get a new job soon! People are leaving it left right and center and I feel jealous! The place sucks my brain! I'm tired of waiting for people to call for interviews! I'm tired of pestering people with my resume! I just want a job that doesn't suck. Is that too much to ask? Then maybe when I see that little starling singing away in the last ray of sunlight from the setting sun, I will be able to hold on to that moment of happiness for a while longer.
On the up side, J was a sweetheart today when I called from work on my break. He surprised me with a present for my grad: a DVD burner. Tomorrow when I get home I will have to play with my new toy to see exactly what this thing can do. 'Course, he's all plugged in to WoW right now since he also got himself a game card, but I hope I can pry him away from it soon. I'm feeling sleepy and I want my teddy bear, dammit. :P
So between a 10:30 bedtime, the yelling and screaming from various points outside because it was a Friday Night, the snoring and tossing of J, the on-off bahaviour of the fan, my overactive brain, the yowling of the cats and a general inability to drop off to sleep, I now have a grand total of about 2 hours of sleep.
I had a relatively good day today. I got the last of my student loan paperwork done and sent off today, which is an accomplishment and then came back home and worked out a plot for the last bit of my novel. The two characters I threw in the other day have proven to be interesting additions - that have actually helped! And here I thought they were going to be a problem.
J went to work this afternoon for a move job - and the boys are back now. Need I say more than: pizza, beer, chips and racing games? First thing J does is turn on the TV at the highest volume he can, nevermind that I was actually listening to my music and in the middle of a train of thought. I suppose I was done anyway.
I may not get any sleep tonight.
Word Count: 1640 on my winamp: Thievery Corporation - Indra
So today was an official day off. It was rather nice actually. I slept in until 9 despite my best intentions to get up a little earlier than that. I don't remember exactly why I was going to get up earlier, but I think it had something to do with not wasting the time I was going to have to myself. The idea that I could have the house to myself today was oddly delicious - not that I don't love J, I just need some time to recharge my brain every now and then. And yes, I am feeling slightly recharged now. C'est bon!
I met up with Nomes for a bit today, when I went to go pay for my cap and gown rental today. I love hanging out with her. She suggested that I move back upisland again. Hrm. As much as I'd love to be in the same city as she and the Lindsie... well... not sure if I'm ready to be back at the old watering hole, as it were.
I am so going to get John some of this!!! I find it funny as hell. I found this via freakgirl.
I came up with yet another interesting idea for the novel project that's comeing up in November: this one is kind of Neal Stephenson inspired. Like The Diamopnd Age in feel. I love that book, and it's no wonder that its atmosphere's stuck with me. Of course my knowledge of technology is quite limited... so we'll see if I do this one or not. It's kind of exciting, really. I like making up plot lines and sometimes just get bored with the whole thing before I get very far - this will be a good challenge for me, to see if I can force myself to write all the way through.
I bought new elastics the other day because the ones I had got last time have all broken, stretched all to shit, been stolen by house gremlins or eaten by the cats in the last few months. This time I bought the small kind, which I can't put around my wrist. Now, I ask you, what was I thinking? I usually put one on my wrist as a backup if I need to put my hair back for whatever reason - which is almost always now because my hair is so freakishly long that it gets in my way. But now, I have these dinky little elastics that fit over two of my fingers. I can wrap them around my hair twice only and I'm lucky if I can get them tight enough that way to hold all my hair. Sometimes I just don't think...
When I had my interview not too long ago, the interviewer said she would let me kow either way. In my mind, that means a phone call if they decide to hire me, and a phone call if they don't. I even half-expected that they would say nothing if they didn't want to hire me, which seems to be fairly normal. Right? Well.
Today, I got a letter.
Granted they put the effort in to personalize it to the point that it's my address and phone number and such at the top in type rather than hand-written - and whoever printed it out actually signed it with a pen, but beyond that this letter is as formulaic as they come. I can't believe they didn't even have the balls to phone me. Are people really that bitter when they are rejected for a position that a company like this would feel it was necessary to mail a letter instead of brave the more "personalized" telephone? Seriously, I don't really mind that they found someone else, I felt like I bombed that interview anyway. What I mind is this gutless letter telling me so.
Yesterday we didn't make it out to work because of the fact that BC Transit went on sympathy strike to back up the teacher's union. We thought about the truck, but the prospect of staying home and having a legitimate excuse won out - which is probably a good thing because there was no $ for gas.
As a result I spent most of yesterday playing AC and watching the first few episodes of Bones. I hope they make more episodes because I rather like it so far. (I also kind of like Threshold, if only for the dark ende-of-paranoia atmosphere it cultivates, but it jumped the shark so badly in the first episode, and then repeatedly afterwards that I can't really enjoy it as much as I'd like to. I can't suspend my disbelief long enough anymore.)
Anyway, at work today I plugged myself in to the phone and the computer and attempted to provide customer service, all the while counting minutes in the back of my head. I hope I hear back from some of those resumes soon or I really AM going to go nuts. I'm not the only one who feels that way either. In fact I think about 90% of the people that work there feel disgruntled somehow.
Thank the powers that be that tomorrow is my friday. Seriously, I know I shouldn't complain because this is what's allowing me to feed myself, but for fucksakes... I hate it. I really, really do. Someone else hire me before I go insane and go back to retail!!!
Word count: 0!! (see? sucks my brain... feel like mud!) on my winamp: Willbe - Tribal City
One thing I like about weddings: there is almost always good food and alcamahol... course now I feel like I overdid it in both areas, but hey: it was for a good cause, lol.
Going back home always makes me feel nostalgic. Doing so in the fall doubly so. We went for a walkon my beach this morning in the drizzling rain and I felt so at home. I was talking to an old family friend at the wedding about how it used to be that one could let their kids just run around the neighborhood, because as a parent you would know that your kids would either be there, there, or at the beach, but that you really can't do that anymore. I bet he keeps a really close eye on his daughters nowadays, since it's changed quite a bit. You don't know all your neighbors the way you used to. It's actually kind of sad.
It was a good wedding, even though it was strange. T has a knack for decorating and organising parties. My family (Mom, Uncle, Aunt, Cousin and assorted other halves) was all seated together, so we shared our awkwardness most of the evening - at least until after we'd finished a couple of bottles of wine. They'd made thier own wine, so there was plenty of it to go around. I really didn't get into it until the dancing started, then I got to dance like a fool with my cousins and the kiddos. Granted the ceremony was nice and all, but I was more wierded out by it than anything.I couldn't stop thinking about the last time she got married: when it was to my cousin - who, understandably wasn't there to watch his ex-wife be all gooey and happy and joking about sex with the wedding party, and to witness his children calling another man "dad". Cousin K was funny about the whole thing, and I love how she can be so frank about what's on her mind. She claimed to be "out of the loop" before the wine and after she said that she'd "deliberately been to busy" during the wedding preparations so that she really didn't have to think about it. I'm sure everyone was thinking how much it was going to hurt D - who's apparently not in good shape anyway. The dissolution of his marriage really hit him hard, and I'm sure that the constant "you shoulds" he gets from his mother don't make him feel any better. Anyway, I feel the urge to write him a long letter about nothing in particular just to let him know that I'm thinking of him - lots.
J's daughter sent me some of her poetry today. It's awsome poetry. I'm relieved that she has an outlet now, which I'm not sure she had before - but when she was sending them to me she said "I'm glad somebody wants to see them" and I was stunned. Of course I want to read her stuff, she's an amazing kid. I'm flattered that she wants me to read her stuff. I mean, I remember when I was so private about my writing that the thought of anyone reading it was awful. So it's good. Not to mention that her poetry shows some real promise.
In other news: I'm feeling kind of blaah today, since I know I have to work tomorrow and this cold I've been battling kind of leapt out of the woodwork just this am to prove it had mastery over my systems. Bastard cold. My head hurts now, as do the muscles in my back. The transit system may be on sympathy strike because the teacher's union is on strike still. (People are worried about what it's teaching the children since they're striking illegally, but really, I don't think the kids are even really aware of the politics behind the strike. All they know is that they have time off - and if anything it's teaching them to stand up for what they believe in. Smaller class sizes benefit everyone and it's been a sticking point since I can remember, so I say way to go.) Which means that tomorrow we may have to take the truck to work. Downside: spending $ on gas. Upside: we get home sooner. Ambivalent about the whole work thing atm anyway and I'm sure I wouldn't care if I couldn't get there for whatever reason. Just gives me more time to look for soemthing better. Ok. Going to attempt to write something now, but no promises since I'm feeling flat in general.
Word count: 609 (possible outline for NaNoWriMo) on my winamp: Woob - Pondlife
Tomorrow J and I head up to the hole to do our familial duty by attending a wedding. I'm not sure how I feel about this one, since it's my cousin's ex-wife who's tying the knot. Weird. It's an opportunity to see the family-type people, so I'm not too bent about it, just wierded out.
Bought myself a present today. A copy of Prozac Nation which I've been wanting to read for a while now. No reason. Just thought I needed a present. John got two today: a new book and a new game.
I signed up for Nanowrimo with the Lindsie, so I'm trying to tune myself up for 50000 words in a month. That means at least 1700 words a day. At least. I'm not up to that yet, but I'm getting a good start. So I'm going to try and include a non-blog word count for the day as I go.
And what is it with actors who are the same people no matter what role thier in? Like Costner is always Coster as whoever, same with Charlie Sheen. I'm sure you can name others, but what on earth is that all about? What's the use of casting them if you know they're not going to be anyone but who they are playing the role?
1. Go into your archives. 2. Find your 23rd post. 3. Post the fifth sentence or close to it. 4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. 5. Tag 5 other people to do the same
"I'm not one to ignore what my subconsious tells me but at this point I'm a wee bit baffled about the significance of the whale."
I'm still baffled about the whale.
As for tagging: do it if you like folks!!
On my Winamp: Another Day in the Clouds - Cardamar
I've been semi-haunted by half-memories all week. Fall does that to me: nostalgia creeps up on me with the turning of the leaves and I find myself becoming introspective. Today it was while I was typing the notes in an account where the last name was 'Martin' and I had this strange feeling about actually typing the name, even though it really had nothing to do with him. Is that odd? That might be odd. Look at me. I need therapy.
Earlier it was just the leaves on the ground. J and I went to the doctor and we caught the 14 to the mall, and it let us off behind the college. I took a picture of him walking down the sidewalk among the green and the orange of the hedge and the fallen leaves. Brings me back to all the falls previously where I was starting back for another year of school. This is only the second time in my life where I haven't been heading back to the books and it's making me feel a little wierd. The first time was the September before M ended up in the klink. I think this is probably partly where this odd association thing is coming from.
Makes me want to write, but then I sit here and can't think how to get started, so I start scribbling here.
To be honest, I love this time of year. I love the idea of wearing cozy sweaters, I love scarves and mittens and the way my breath fogs in the air. I love being warm in my big fuzzy jacket even while my face is cold. I love the colours the leaves take on and the way the air smells. Even the light changes.
So many good things have happened to me in the fall. I've always been the nerdy type that likes to go back to school, to see my friends, to learn new things... It's kind of wierd not to have that anymore, even though the friends thing has been different for the last couple of years due to my growing inability to form close friendships with new people. (I think I'm just too set in my ways or too reclusive or lazy or something.) Anyway, it's like that's the time of year that everything starts fresh for me. I feel it more now than I do in the spring.
Anyway, that's why I feel like it's appropriate that the wedding I'm going to is taking place this weekend. It's no Equinox, but it is a beautiful time of year. I am a little bit wierded out that it's my cousin's ex-wife's wedding that I'm going to, but still, it's a good time for one. (Yeah, I know. She is kind of like family now though - it becomes that way after 12-13 years. I just wish said cousin was doing better than he is - but that's a whole other scoop of kitty litter, eh?)
For this joyous occasion J and I have taken a couple of PTO days, so that we each get a four day weekend - and we get paid for two of those days. Isn't that just the most fabulous thing ever? TO get paid time off from a job you hate? It's delicious, I tell you. It also means that my next work week is in fact only three days long. Just three! I've discovered that three days is almost tops for days in a row that I can act civil to all of the people I talk to. (Sometimes I feel like this.) I've gotten better at ways of tricking myself or bargaining with myself to make it through the day. I can never think of the shift as the full 8 hours. It's only 7 and a half, and then I break it up into how much time before my next break, bathroom run, etc. I know. It's sad, isn't it?
Another thing I like about fall is the fact that you can see the spiders and their webs, way better than you can in the summer. (Less of that walking through them and freaking out shit.) In the morning, or on misty days the moisture clings to each strand of the web, making little beads that glitter in the cold light, and in the middle of the web is this nice round-bodied spider. I'm not so fond of the skinny ones - but I really like the bit round ones. They're female these ones, and usually large enough that you can see the amazing markings they have, kind of like this one. I'm not actually crazy about spiders in my house or on my feet or anything, but they're fine and eerily beautiful when they're suspended on their little webs. I saw one of this kind on the way to lunch today and I paused to blow on it's belly so it would jiggle itself up and down to make itself look bigger and scarier. It's much more fun to use a piece of grass to tickle their bellies, but the effect is the same.
Right now it's raining and windy and I can hear the cars swish by and I feel like curling up with my blankie and my book and just listening to it all.
Cheers
on my winamp: @home @sunrise - compiled by Steve Levy
One more day to go, then I get a four-day weekend. You have no idea how happy that thought makes me feel. I don't think I've ever hated a job as much as I hate this one. I mean, working in an animal shelter had it's crappy moments, and so did wirking in retail, but not since the Mr. Sub. fiasco have I ever had to literally drag my sorry ass out of bed in the morning and force myself to go to work. I feel like this cat looks: homicidal. Urgh. I won't write about it until I don't have to depend on it for food money though... but oh... how I wish I could vent.
I've stared at this stupid blank screen for too freaking long. Can I just say one thing?
I HATE THE FUCKING TV
I like it fine when it's on for an hour or so, maybe as many as three, but for chrissakes it's been on for 6 hours now - and I bet you will be on first thing tomorrow am.
Ok. It's an escapism tool, fine. But I don't need that kind of escapism and it sucks that there's no place for me to extricate myself from the sound and the constant flick, flick, flick of fucking channels. I'm sitting on the goddam floor so I can plug my headphones into the back of the tower (since my speakers don't have an outlet for them - WHY NOT??) just so I can ignore the idiot box long enough to formulate a complete sentence without having an aneurism.
We both need our escapism. You probably more than I at the moment J. It's not like that time I accidentally turned on a video clip on my computer without checking the volume and it was loud and you flipped out because I was being inconsiderate. Hell I haven't even asked you to turn down the volume.
Not to mention I'm pretty certain that my opinion in this new situation will irritate you more than anything at the moment, which is why I'm not saying anything. I'm not being insensitive - I just don't know what to say.
And yes, I do love you.
I'm going to bed.
On a completely different and surprisingly un-cranky note, I want to see Open Season - Nomes just sent me the link. Wanna take me J?
Why is it that I have no memory of watching the season finale of CSI where Nick is buried alive when it first came out? Why is it that J insists I watched it with him before I left for Greece and I really, really don't remember having watched it before tonight? Usually when I re-watch something there is something familiar about it - at least. But not this time... and J won't give it up either! Lol
At least it seems like it. My student loan repayment info came in the mail today. It's changed my mood from fairly chirpy to mildly annoyed and no longer relaxed. I hate owing money. I called the number on the top of one of the pages and I've been on hold for twenty minutes already. If I hang up that means I have to do it later anyway...
The main foyer in our building smells like the landlady cleaned the hall carpets with a wet dog.
Texan suit: I'm looking for that Can Do attitude, not Can't Do. British suit: Fuck off.
Customer: So where in the instruction manual does it tell me to save the receipt? Customer Service Rep.: You're kidding me, right? You mean to say that you have to be told to save your receipt? Customer: Yes, I do. Customer Service Rep.: So, if you were to go out and buy a roll of toilet paper, it would have to say "Tear here, wipe there" or else you wouldn't know how to use it? Because both are pretty much common sense, sir.
(yeah... I so wish I could say something like that at work....)
~I was eleven years old. ~I was in grade 5 with Mr Heise ~Mr Heise is the one who introduced me to art and writing as art ~I wrote my first real story (not counting the "detective" story I wrote at age 9 which involved a little girl with a magnifying glass and a raccoon) ~I got my first job watering plants and feeding cats for a neighbor
Ten years ago:
~I was sixteen years old. ~I was in grade eleven, and enjoying everything but PE where I continually felt like I was embarassing myself in front of my then-crush ~I spent inordinate amounts of time with Janice watching chick flicks and making up movie scripts which would star our favourite actors ~I got shoved in a locker by a girl who was shorter than me ~I also spent huge amounts of time being non-plussed with the "Chix and Dix of 96" being the grad class ahead of us - and wanting to slash the tirees on the spray-painted travesty they screached around in yelling obscenities during lunch-hour ~This is also the year that I did my best impression of a gymnast on the back fence and nearly landed on my head.
Five years ago:
~I was twenty-one years old. ~I spent most of this year in an emotional haze and/or numb ~I lived in a basement suite over the summer with my then best friend and several bitches who conspired to lock the laundry room door so I was forced to wash my underwear in the bathroom sink. ~I lived off pasta and croutons and whatever I found in the back of the cupboard
One year ago:
~I was twenty-five years old. ~I was living where I am now, with J and the two kitties ~I was still working on my bachelor's degree ~I had no idea what I was going to do next
Yesterday:
~I was twenty-six years old. ~I went to work in the dark very early on a sunday morning and I thought for a moment I'd left too early because there was NO ONE outside ~I spent most of my time between calls playing solitaire ~I baked cookies ~I watched a show called "Threshold" that jumped the shark in the first ten minutes because the people didn't wear hazmat suits when they jumped onto a ship they suspected of being infected or infested by aliens. (It did improve, but I'm not sure if I can forgive the writers for that silly mistake, esp when infection took place through SOUND anyways... sheesh)
Five songs I know all the words to:
~I Love Myself Today - Bif Naked ~Truly - Delerium ~Damn, I Wish I was Yor Lover - Sophie B. Hawkins ~Sunny Came Home - Shawn Colvin ~Possession - Sarah McLachlan ~Make a Wish - Conjure One (feat Poe)
Five snacks I (love to) eat:
~popcorn ~cookies fresh from the oven ~sugar peas (esp when mom sends them in the mail - don't ask) ~blackberries straight off the vine ~Seven layer dip and tortilla chips
Five things I would do with $100,000,000:
~pay off my debts ~buy a house and a car ~travel ~finish school ~buy everyone gifts
Five places I would run away to:
~Mykonos ~London ~Venice ~Tofino ~any of the tiny gulf islands around here
Five things I would never wear:
~wool ~spike heels ~backless tops ~pants that are so low one has to shave in order to wear them ~shiny or metallic spandex
Five favourite television shows:
~Alias ~Dead Like Me ~Desperate Housewives ~CSI ~24
Five great joys:
~laughter ~sleeping in ~good food ~children ~love
Five favourite toys:
~new pens ~my computer ~my camera ~glue ~pencil crayons
Mom came to visit yesterday, which was awsome because I haven't acually seen her in a month or so. She brought me some more Greece pictures, among which is a pic of the two of us with our tour director for the islands. Miss S was such a riot to have as our "pseudo-mommy" on that part of our trip and that one photo made it all flood back. I love how visual prompts can do that.
I forgot that I was going to lend her my copy of "The Power of Myth" of Joseph Campbell fame. (why oh why can I not remember the name of the man who wrote a rebuttal to this book? I have yet to read it - and desire to.) So we left for beinf "out on the town" as mom calls it.
Took her to the Tabi store where she quickly found two outfits for herself. She's always so surprised that she can just walk in and buy clothes that fit and I think it's so cute.
Then we went to Moxie's for lunch. Yum. (And yes, the eye candy there is still just as good as the food Lindsie.) After we toodled around downtown where we happened on a real bargain for scrapbooks and mom bought me two. *drool* Now I can start playing with my photos and make up my albums. By then it was pretty late and she hopped on the bus for home.
We did see Darth Vader playing a fiddle downtown before she left though. Seriously, I never knew Vader had any musical talent.
Work today. because it's the weekend we were all relegated to the downstairs room, which sucks because the bathroom there always smells like someone deliberately missed the toilet. Always. Not to mention that the rotation down there is pretty high, so that no one really has thier own desk - which means the keyboards are filthy. I learned my lesson today - don't attempt to clean it or you'll just gross yourself out. *shudder*
which I've been wanting to read for a while now. No reason. Just thought I needed a present. John got two today: a new book and a new game. 
