every once in a while, the wind blows from just the right direction to make my blinds bang against the window frame in the exact way that Drives. Me. Insane.
last night was one of those nights.
upstairs neighbour guy must have been having the same problem because i heard him creaking the floor at around three or four, just after a particularily bad bout of banging.
the result of all this (not only because of highly interrupted sleep, but also because i stayed up too late watching the amazing race. my bad.) is that i’m a complete fucking zombie this morning. ugh. at least, thanks to my dermatological endeavours last night, my skin feels really soft.
hey, don’t look at me like that. you gotta find your silver linings where you can.
so, you all have to know about skype. you install it on your computer, create an account and then you can call me using your microphone to speak and your speakers to listen! it’s absolutely free and the quality is amazing. i’ve gotten both my mom and my uncle hooked up after testing it out with jeremy.
one of the neater things i’ve yet to try is that you can also use your computer to phone any telephone in the world for extremely low rates (~2¢ per minute to 25 countries). they call that skypeout. i don’t do a lot of long distance calling, but if i did, i’d seriously consider it as an alternative to paying my telco, that’s for damn sure.
what are you waiting for? you could be talking to me by tonight!
20 questions to a better personality. this is perfectly accurate. try it.
You are an SEDF–Sober Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you an evil genius. You are extremely focused and difficult to distract from your tasks. With luck, you have learned to channel your energies into improving your intellect, rather than destroying the weak and unsuspecting.
Your friends may find you remote and a hard nut to crack. Few of your peers know you very well–even those you have known a long time–because you have expert control of the face you put forth to the world. You prefer to observe, calculate, discern and decide. Your decisions are final, and your desire to be right is impenetrable.
You are not to be messed with. You may explode.
[thanks sue!]
i forgot to mention that i’m now old. thirty-two. 32. 0010 0000 (that’s binary for the geeks out there. represent!). holy crap, when the fuck did i get old? i still feel like i’m in highschool most of the time, except with way more credit and wrinkles.
for my birthday, i ate cake and watched movies. i spent the beautiful weekend in sleepy parksville with the maternal unit and the cat who hates me. i bought t-shirts and the Best Underwear Ever for my upcoming american vacation. i visited home depot for the first time in my life and got ideas for decorating/functionalizing (that’s a new word, spread it around.) the new apartment. julie, the fabulous, sent me a copy of the eleventh hour from my wishlist (thank you so much!). it arrived just as i was waiting outside for my ride to the ferry on friday morning. the festivities officially end today after my co-workers take me and my birthday-buddy out for lunch and then present yet more cake for us to eat.
i’m so glad birthdays only come once a year. i can totally wait that long for any more cake.
back from the island, back to work, back to cleaning and painting and packing and moving and stressing.
i didn’t forget, but i was so hell bent on being the cleaning lady i didn’t get around to making a post to say:
happy canada day!
okay, now that that’s done, i spent four and a half hours cleaning my new place today. i washed all the walls and all the floors with my spanky new fire engine red mop and bucket. it was the best workout i’ve had in months and holy crap i’m going to be sore tomorrow. be thankful i won’t be here to complain about it.
but, here i am freaking out about leaving my place spotless for whomever moves in after me and then i find that other place all gross and totally NOT spotless (don’t even get me started on the fact that they’re not going to paint and the toilet doesn’t seem to flush every time) and i started thinking i should stop worrying about being perfect since no one else seems to care. besides, my place is ten-fold cleaner than that place was.
i still have to do something about the inside of the cupboards and drawers in the kitchen and bathroom, but that can wait until after i get back from the island. i think i’ll paint them. maybe that will get rid of the funky smell.
things i will miss about my old apartment:
– the view
– the huge windows
– the honeycomb tile on the kitchen counters
– the most excellent plumbing
– the balcony
– the 12 foot ceilings
– the inexpensive rent
– the quiet neighbourhood
– the character building
– the never-ending hot water
– the sexxy new fridge
things i will not miss about my old apartment:
– the creaky floors
– the carpeted kitchen and bathroom
– the shower stall
– the expensive heating bills
– walking through spider webs on way to my car
– the nosy, chicken-burning neighbour
– three-hundred square feet
– the lack of a bedroom
– the bugs
– 32 fucking degrees INSIDE in summer
– frost on the INSIDE of the windows in winter
hurrah! it’s my friday!
oh, stop looking at me like that. if it makes you feel any better i’ll spend the first day of my long weekend playing cinderella. then i’m off to the island to eat cake and watch dvds with my maternal unit. i’m kind of torn about that. i’d like to stay on this side and go out with friends, or even just move stuff, but if i don’t go this weekend i won’t have time again until labour day and that’s just too long.
the nosy, annoying, chicken-burning neighbour came over to look at my apartment last night. the landlady phoned to let her know it was coming available and she wanted to see it. seems they’re wanting to ask $40 more per month which just makes me laugh. and laugh. and laugh. even with a re-done bathroom, it’s a ridiculous price. neighbour lady was just stunned with how small it is. funny, but i never really notice how small it is until someone else is there.
so, if you don’t hear from me for the next few days, don’t worry. i’m just off having a mini-break from packing. happy long weekend!
because i’m sleepy and can’t think of anything to say, i stole this from peechie.
A – Age: 31 (for four more days).
B – Band listening to right now: none, i’m at work. but i’m in a paul simon phase of late
C – Career future: retire early.
it’s election day in the great white north. that means, well, you know what that means. all i’ve got to say about it is that if you don’t fucking vote you’re not allowed to fucking complain for the next five years. got it?
this weekend was spent cleaning, packing, sorting, organizing, watching dvds, eating steak, daydreaming, laughing, stressing and planning. really, other than packing some stuff, cleaning some stuff, and spending a little time with my friends and my dad, this weekend didn’t happen. it went by way too fast.
yesterday, i ran into my landlords on my way out to clean my blinds (don’t ever do it. if you have to, pay someone to do it or just go buy new ones at wal-mart. i’m serious, it’s the worst job ever.) and i told them that i’d actually be out by the 23rd and they told me about their plans to renovate the bathroom by putting in a tile floor and a new pedestal sink. yeah, thanks guys. they wouldn’t even entertain the thought of having me take my sexxy new fridge with me! can you believe it?
i can’t get over how different my apartment looks now that everything is off the walls and shelves are slowly emptying. it’s like looking at a totally different room. by my last night there it’s going to feel like i’m sleeping in an institution.
p.s. i realize that there’s only five days left until my birthday and the chances of anything which is sent today getting here before then are slim, but don’t let that deter you, my friends! late is definitely better than never!
i’m trying desperately not to wish my life away, but there are so many things i want to happen and it’s not time for them yet so i find myself wanting the time between now and then to pass very quickly. i hope that, in thirty or forty years, i won’t look back and wonder where all the time went.
this weekend i start the packing: books, cds, under-used bathroom stuff, out of season clothes, various crap stuffed in the closets. i think i’ve decided that i’ll delay my island trip by one day in order to spend canada day cleaning the new place. that way i can just start moving the smaller stuff when i get back. i still need to decide on my official date to switch the utilities and such. it’s really nice to have three weeks to do all the moving, but it’s giving me too many options. i don’t really like having lots to choose from. it’s very overwhelming. i also need to make up my mind if i’m going to paint or not. i’ll know better once i’ve gotten the place all cleaned (not that it needs it, but it’s a nesting thing. once you clean a place it’s really yours).
have i mentioned how excited i am to be able to go shopping? mm, ikea.
i’d really like to go see fahrenheit 9/11 this weekend, too. maybe i’ll go tonight. i hope it’s not stupid busy.
i’m really boring right now because all i want to talk about is:
– moving
– packing
– cleaning
– shopping at ikea
– studying
– minnesota
– my birthday
speaking of my birthday, i received one of those always-exciting amazon boxes yesterday. inside were not one, but two wrapped gifties from one of my favourite strangers, shinyknows. i’m exercising extreme will-power and waiting to unwrap them until my actual belly button day because i don’t think there will be much to unwrap this year (since dad already bought me a tv and m&m will just get me whatever it is i tell them i need for the new place) and goodness knows i love the unwrapping. i was, and still am, so flabbergasted by his generosity. sometimes strangers can be the kindest people you’ll meet!
four more gmail invites for the having. email me.
priority goes to those who offer to help me move in exchange. ;)
happy hump day! i’m immeasurably glad to have been able to have a full night of cooler sleep without the potential risk for theft or assault due to leaving my balcony door open to keep from sweating to death. i realize it won’t last, but i’m thoroughly enjoying this relatively chilly, cloud-covered morning.
i’m also anxious to get this move underway! it may take me forever to make a decision to do something, but once i do i want it to happen NOW. YESTERDAY even. i’m waiting for some quality boxes to come my way from the workplace so i can start the packing. i’m about to phone my landlord to advise him i’ve put my official written notice in the mail slot. i’ve got a lot to get done in the next month. then, in one month and one day’s time… i’ll be in in minnesota! hurrah!
eight days until my long weekend, ten days until my birthday, thirty days until i’m all moved out, thirty-one days until i get on a plane to the twin cities. i love july! there’s so much to look forward to!
GUESS WHO GOT HERSELF A MOTHERFUCKING ONE BEDROOM APARTMENT!
yeah, that’d be me! one bedroom, corner suite, second floor walk-up, hardwood floors, four closets, pink bathtub, no downstairs neighbour, balcony, parking, heat & hot water included, and it’s two blocks from pretty much everything one would want to be two blocks from. hurrah!
now i’m panicking about all the stuff i have to get done in the next month. since i hadn’t given notice to my current landlords, i’ll have two apartments for the month of july. this is good because i can move over a couple weeks which will take the pressure off, but i still have a lot to get done. then there’s the added stress of going away both at the beginning and end of july. ack. i need boxes!
so, who wants to help me move?
this weekend was a very interesting combination of really good and really crappy. i watched some good movies, i spent time with my friends laughing and playing, i took my dad out for daddy’s day and he was really pleased with the outing. then there was the crappiness which consisted of an almost complete lack of sleep and the sudden and violent onset of summer heat resulting in my apartment reaching 32 degrees celsuis (that’s 89.6 fahrenheit, btw) and making any kind of activity unbearable. including sleep.
one of the better things was breaking down and buying a pair of jeans which actually fits. i had forgotten that i could wear pants that didn’t make me feel like some gangsta punk with my crotch at my knees. now i need to find a pair of non-jean, non-black pant-type things for the upcoming even more unbearably hot minnesota trip.
yeah, i think that’s it. i mostly just wanted an excuse to post this photo. besides the caving in of my forehead from lack of sleep, i forgot my glasses so i’ll be blind by the end of the day, too. yippee.
how was your weekend?
something new, the friday feast:
Appetizer: What kind of car do you drive? If you could make an even trade for any other car, what would you want to drive?
i drive a 1992 competition blue geo metro hatchback. to trade, it would be a toss up between a volkswagen golf and a mazda protege5, but i’d probably take the mazda.
Soup: Take your phone number and add each number together separately (example: 8+6+7+5+3+0+9=38) – what’s the total?
home: 39. work: 21. cell: 32.
Salad: When were you last outside, and what were you doing?
walking from my car into work.
Main Course: What is your favorite restaurant, and what do you usually order there?
the cactus club! i love the zone salad and szechwan green beans. yummy.
Dessert: Name 3 things in which you occasionally indulge.
popcorn, erotic fiction, chick flicks.
worst. sleep. ever. too hot. thirty degrees when i got home, twenty-eight by the time i went to sleep, and a relatively chilly twenty-five by the time i woke up. the wind kept my blinds banging against the window frame until i opened them up and then i had to contend with the neighbour’s motion-sensored garage light (set off by the branches on the tree right beside it being moved by said wind) streaming into my window. still too hot. kept waking up, wide awake, thinking i’d never not be awake ever again, only to wake up again, wide awake, some moments later. i was almost grateful for six a.m. because it meant that i didn’t have to fret that i’d never not be awake again and could just be awake.
then again, what do i care if i can’t sleep? i lost four pounds this week! i finally seem to have broken that dreaded twenty-pound barrier. this means that i’m, hopefully, only a week or two from my first ten-percent goal (yeah, do the math, i don’t care). then again, i’m pretty sure the loss is just whatever muscles i had disintegrating because i haven’t exercised in any real form (other then my beloved ab work. oh, how i love to crunch!) in well over a month. of course, now it’s stupid hot and i’ll be even less inclined to exercise until october, but we’ll see. i still have a mini-goal to accomplish before i leave for minnesota!
sunday is daddy’s day and i’m taking my daddy out to storyeum and lunch somewhere fun downtown. the weather should be perfect and it will be much fun to have an outing with my most favourite male of the species. before then i have to return the SECOND michael bublé cd i bought in error and try to find him the proper one (his self-titled second cd, if you’re curious). i’m so looking forward to this! i hope he is, too.
keep your fingers crossed for that “chance of thundershowers” the weatherman talked about on the radio this morning. it would make me stupid happy if we had some stormy action today.
i really should have known better than to wear white on a day i was having red for lunch.
while at the dentist yesterday, i got chastised by the hygenist for not flossing often enough, but she said my brushing is really good, so my teeth and gums are still in pretty good shape (for someone who doesn’t floss, that is). we also talked about the fact that my dentist has had the same artwork on the walls of his office since, at least, 1985 when i first went to him. the only thing that has changed at all in there are the colours of the walls (just last spring), the staff and the waiting room chairs, although i think he just got the fabric replaced because they’re really sinky-into.
i had the best sleep ever last night. for the first time in i don’t know how long, i fell asleep and slept right through until my alarm. even after, the time went slowly, so the extra half an hour i snuck felt like much more. the dreams were kind of weird, though. mummies, motels, running around naked trying to buy clothes, smarmy coworker leering after my ass. i love dreams.
so, you do realize that it’s only 16 days until my birthday, right? that’s almost exactly the perfect amount of lead time to send me something pretty! i like flowers. and dvds. and books. and digital cameras! but, honestly, i’d be thrilled with a card. my expectations are very low. that doesn’t give you permission to forget, though!