Author Archives: Heather

dammit! i keep forgetting to upload the photo i’ve wanted to post for the last three days. oh well. you’ll just have to wait, i guess.
um, yeah. i got nothing else. carry on.

i watched most of the french-language leaders debate last night before heading off to the all-candidates meeting. by the end of the evening i’d pretty much made up my mind and i wondered why i ever thought i didn’t know who i’d be voting for. i guess i got caught up in the whole “devil you know” and “vote for the least worst” quagmire. i’m over it now. i’m voting my conscience, which is the way it should be.
in all the political discussion, i forgot to mention that i watched six, yes that’s six, different movies on my new dvd player over the weekend. i’ve updated my movies page, in case you’re following along. i’ve also signed up with a canadian netflix clone to start to receive movies by mail. this will definitely help me to accomplish my 52 movies in 52 weeks goal and it’s only $20 a month! rock!
wow, i love tylenol. i woke up this morning with a killer headache and i actually went back to bed for forty-five minutes after i’d gotten up, brushed my teeth and washed my face. i really didn’t want to get up again, but i’m a slave to my sense of responsibility, and i came in. if it weren’t for those three lovely extra-strength tylenol i swallowed, i’d be in bad shape. all hail acetaminophen!

it seems i have three gmail invites to give. who wants one and what’s it worth to you?
update: two one left all gone!

it’s election season here in the great white north and i’m having a really difficult time deciding how i’m going to vote come june 28th. i’ve been half-heartedly listening to the news and reading the paper. i’ve poked around the big three’s websites looking for their positions on the issues i care most about. i’m going to an all-candidate’s meeting in my riding. i will watch the debates on television. i’ve even gone so far as to text message them in hopes of getting a direct answer to what i consider the deal-breaking issues.
i’m probably even more confused now than i was three weeks ago.
like darren, i’ve been trying do decide if i should vote for a party, a leader or my local candidate. you’d think it’d be an easy choice, but it’s really not. i almost wish i could cast one vote for each category.
for example, i really like paul martin and jack layton. i think they are very interesting and charismatic men. i’d probably even forgive paul his tossing of bush’s salad in order to prove to that monkey that he’s not like jean chrétien, his predecessor. jack layton just seems so real. i would love to hang out at the pub with him because you just know he’s probably a closet dart shark. stephen harper, i am convinced, is the anti-christ; and i’m not the only one who says that, either. just look at those beady little, too-close together eyes, that scary hair and the way his face doesn’t move when he talks.
then there’s the party. well, i’m a dyed in the wool socialist from way back. in my perfect world, the ndp would form the next government and every government thereafter. unfortunately for my desires, there’s not a hope in hell of that happening any time soon, so i have to choose between the liberals who have fucked things up financially, but done a lot for social issues, over the last ten years or the conservatives who, while they may fix the fiscal issues, are sure to decimate any progress which as been made in the name of tolerance and equality for all canadians. not to mention just throwing out the kyoto accord which was signed by our previous prime minister (ooh, that chafes my butt).
finally, i could vote solely on what value my local candidate could bring both to my riding and parliment in general. this one is tough. i know my liberal candidate, don bell, the former mayor of my district, the best. i’ve been watching him on televised council meetings for the last few years. he’s a little funny looking, but i like that he knows, intimately, the major issues our area faces. i worry, though, that if he’s elected, he may get overwhelmed by being a first time mp and get forget about who he’s supposed to be representing. ted white, the conservative incumbent, i only know because he has the worst facial hair imaginable. it really is bad. if people were elected purely on the merit of their facial hair (or lack thereof), this guy would not have ever been elected in the first place. john nelson, my ndp candidate, i know nothing about. actually, up until about four days ago, i didn’t even know his name. the only thing i actually know about him is that he has be best, most informative website of all three.
oh, about that text messaging i tried out. i sent the same question to all three parties:

please tell me your leader's
position on same-sex marriage
and women's right to abortion.
thank you.

i was really disappointed at the responses, or lack thereof, i received.
the most timely response came from the liberals the very same day:

PMartin believes in the
Charter of Rights and
Freedoms.
Stephen Harper Does
not!

the best answer came from the ndp, two days later:

Pro Same sex
marriage, and support
women's right to
choose and have
access to safe
abortions.

it’s been over a week and the conservatives have yet to reply, although that doesn’t surprise me very much at all.
i think tonight’s all-candidate meeting and tomorrow’s debates will be what solidifies my vote either way. i want to hear what these men have got to say for themselves without it being filtered through media outlets. they’re the horses in this race and i want to hear it straight from their mouths’.

ohmygoodness! i’m the happiest little geek girl in all of geekdom right now!
not only did i manage to successfully hook/set-up my new dvd/vcr combo (why didn’t anyone tell me that cables are so fucking expensive? and why don’t they include them in the box? yeah, duh. i know, because they are so fucking expensive.) last night but, this very morning, i’m now the proud owner of a coveted gmail account! holy moly! i feel like… a total geek, yeah, but in a “i just got the COOLEST new toys” kind of way.
don’t mind me, i’m going to go watch dvds until my eyes fall out and then i’m going to send everyone email about it!

this is turning into the longest day ever.
no jeremy. no wade. no boss. it’s cold. it’s rainy. i’m almost finished emptying my trays for the weekend. the internet is dull and quiet. whatever is a girl to do?
well, she can daydream about leaving work early to get her dvd player and spending the weekend watching dvds and eating popcorn until she pops like corn, that’s what.
mm, i can’t wait!
p.s. i just finished reading ella minnow pea: a novel in letters. it was most excellent. if you like words, you’ll love that book.

hi!
hello?
um, hey there. how’s it going?
hellooooooooo?
*tap tap* is this thing on?

– i’m headed for a serious crash soon. i’ll be glad when the days start getting shorter so that i can get to sleep before eleven again. oh, stop looking at me like that. i bet your alarm clock doesn’t go off at five-thirty!
– class tonight. i think there’s a quiz. four more classes in the next month, including the final as my birthday (only 23 more days!) present. aren’t i a lucky, lucky girl?
– there’s nothing on tv this time of year. i’m so glad i have this sexy new tv to watch nothing on.
– while out shopping for televisions and dvd players, i stood at the camera counter and drooled over the digital rebel a while. i was tempted to ask them to take it out of the case so i could hold it, but i’m not completely stupid. if i’d gotten my little mitts on it, i’d probably not have let it go.
– if i ever look cute again, i absolutely have to change that dorky webcam shot.
– can i go home now?

it’s not that i don’t like mornings. i’m fond of them in a “get to lay about in my most comfy of clothes drinking rich, sweet, silky coffee and wake up slowly” way. the problem is that five of the seven mornings i get each week (that’s 20 of the 30 i get in a month, just for perspective) are absolutely nothing like the mornings i’m most fond of.
they usually consist of being rudely awakened, one to two hours before my body has acquired sufficient sleep, by a loud, irritating, repetative buzzing noise. there is absolutely no leisure in my typical weekday morning, either. i just launch directly from restful repose to eager beaver to get myself up, presentable and out the door in order to be at work on time. there’s no laying about. there’s no rich, sweet, silky coffee slowly sipped while wearing my most comfy of comfies. there’s only beeping and forgetting of apples and driving in traffic with wet hair and then, the pièce de résistance, the flourescent lights. *sigh* sometmes, i think that’s what i hate most about mornings. ending up in the land of unflattering green tint which hurts my eyes.
that’s often why my first posts of the day, unless i have a very strong idea about what to write and how to write it, sound so dire. i’ve been most recently ripped from my nocturnal womb and thrust, grumpy and rushed, into the cruel, cruel world. you’d be crabby, too. trust me.

fyi, it’s one month until my birthday. feel free to buy me something pretty. ;)

i realize that most of the people who come and read my site are off work and probably not coming around today due to the memorial day long weekend in the states, but because it’s still monday and i have the displeasure of being at work this morning, i shall still post the antics of my incredibly, stupendously average weekend for all my non-holiday-having readers.
it was a popcorn-eating, leg-shaving, assignment-finishing, freakish-cleaning, happy-socializing, not-lost-getting, tv-watching, cd-listening, coffee-drinking, boy-avoiding, laundry-washing, food-shopping, gift-wrapping, book-reading, perogie-hating, ring-finding, window-opening, music-downloading, cuticle-conditioning weekend.
there you have it. now i’m back at the grind and i love that subway is open at 6:30 so i can stop and get something for lunch on my way to work instead of wasting twenty minutes in the middle of the day. i couldn’t decide what i wanted to make for lunches this week hence the early morning stop at subway.
any suggestions?

i picked a kickass team for the group assignments in class. well, i picked chris, who is a kickass team member. shane and i are contributing, andy is kind of sitting there, but chris is rocking the free world. woot. if only wayne, the nutty professor, would actually have marked out mid-terms instead of sailing around the gulf islands.
sometime during class last night, my right shoulder decided that it wants to secede from the union which is my body. it’s telling me this by the excruciating pain whenever i try to relax my arm. so, here i sit, slightly askew, with a bright blue gel pack precariously balanced upon the offending body part in my efforts to appease.
you know what? i’m really fucking tired of being in pain. if nothing else, it’s serving as an object lesson in why i need to lose weight and get active. speaking of, somehow, despite all the crap (with a capital c) i put into my body while i was away, i managed to maintain this week. i don’t know what i did to make the scale gods smile so favourably upon me, but i sure ain’t going to squander the gift. i’ll sacrifice my piece of tiramisu cake in thanks later.

lately, i’ve found myself really wanting to fall in love. or, at the very least, really serious like.
it’s been a while since i’ve felt that way about anyone and i seem to be craving the tummy flutters and daydreaming and obsession that goes along with meeting a boy who makes you tingle. i don’t have a particular boy in mind (although, i’ve come dangerously close to becoming far too attached to my official crush of 2004), so i’ve found myself ogling random boys a lot more lately and turning into an extra-sappy sap while watching anything remotely romantic on tv.
i want to find a boy who thinks i’m really interesting and likes to spend time with me doing the things that people do. julie wrote about it a little today, the wanting someone to do things with. not because you can’t do them on your own, but because you want someone to with whom you can share your experiences. i want to find that.
speaking of boys, tall shane (aka the boy toy) has been dropping not very subtle at all hints that he’d be more than willing to stop by and check my plumbing, if you know what i mean. if i’m really honest, i was more than a little tempted to take him up on it. then i started thinking about it too much. do i really want to have a fling? aren’t i worth more than that? it’s just sex, isn’t it? blah. who knows what i’ll end up deciding. i certainly don’t.