i don’t have any words right now. i don’t even have any photos right now. i’m boring and sleepy, but i look really good in one of my new articles of clothing.
my life in point form:
– there’s class tonight but i haven’t done my homework.
– i’m seriously considering the benefits of the atkin’s diet.
– living in fear of the mastercard statement is not fun.
– i need a new book to read.
– new steve madden platform t-straps make me happy.
– there’s a desperate need for a more comfortable desk chair.
– eight a.m. is my default wake-up time sans alarm.
– i can’t believe you’re still reading this tripe.
i just macgyvered my bra back together with duct tape after my underwire popped out during the matrix: revolutions (more on that later). i really am a wonder woman. hear me roar!
p.s. visiting mom for a couple days. don’t miss me too much.
i received a very interesting email today from a fellow named david in australia. he complimented my mirror project submission (a great way to get my attention, by the way) and asked if i’d be interested in particpating in his “a picture’s worth” project. it’s an interesting idea and one i’m definitely going to join in on, once i have some time to be a little more creative than yammering about house & home work.
in the mean time, you’re a creative bunch of people. go take a look and send the nice man some submissions while i finish cleaning up.
when the alarm went off this morning, i lay in bed wondering why it was acting that way on a saturday. that’s when it hit me. that was the beginning of the Friday From Hell. the details are unimportant, it’s the feeling that is certainly in my heart, but not in hers.
sorry, i digressed.
i’m overtired, broke, waiting for a phone call i can’t get because the 7-11 guy sold me the wrong kind of cell phone voucher and i didn’t notice until i got here, have coffee breath, feel really fat and unattractive, overwhelmed with things that need to be accomplished in a relatively short period of time, feeling guilty that i’ve let people down and put off things i should have gotten to weeks ago, and all i really want to do is go home, curl up under the über-blankie and watch indiana jones and avoid everyone and everything for four days straight.
too bad that’s as likely as winning the lottery.
so, tonight i’m going home and doing a whirlwind cleaning of my apartment so at least that part of my life is back under control. i also need to do my laundry and try to get my homework done just in case the aforementioned possible plans actually happen. i think once i get my domestic and scholastic situations under some semblance of organization i should be able to tackle the social stuff i need to deal with. i hope.
quote of the day: “i love rupert. i want to shave him and give him a hug.”
stupid internet. well, okay, not really. stupid work. hm, that’s not it either. stupid work internet connection that wasn’t connected ALL DAY LONG. yeah, that’s it. i mean, really. they obviously have no idea how hard it is to look like you’re working when you can’t even read your favourite sites and blog all day. and they call themselves progressive.
to top it all off, i lost my sweet, personalized parking spot by $4 to our craptastic network guy.
oh, the humanity!
good news: i pulled a diet pepsi-fuelled homework binge last night and, with the help of my dearest jeremy, managed to get my assignment done in time and with some pretty sweet algorthims. i’m brilliant when i have to be, but with jeremy watching my back, i’m a supergenius (tm jodi).
better news: the boy from the past i don’t like to talk about for fear of jinxing things phoned last night and invited me on a little excursion. i’m beyond excited at the prospect of going on an overnight jaunt with him next week, except for the…
bad news: the trip may not happen because of the placement of the remembrance day holiday. ironically, this is also the only reason why the jaunt is at all possible for me because i have both monday and tuesday off work next week. it would also mean that i would have to condense my mother-visiting plans and get my next assignment done before i go away (read: before friday). while neither is impossible, it means a little bit of freaking out and a little bit of pouty mom to deal with. regardless, i’m not going to worry about it until i hear something firm about the trip… but i think i’ll get started on my assignment just in case.
i like your pants around your feet
i like the dirt that’s on your knees
and i like the way you still say please while you’re looking up at me
you’re like my favourite damn disease
of course, when i couldn’t post anything i had so much to say, but now that i can post i can’t think of a damn thing. typical.
sunday afternoon, karen & i went to see kill bill, vol. 1. i’m not exactly sure how i want to describe the movie. it was campy, gory, schlocky, beautiful, curious and amusing. above all, i believe it’s a movie that should not be taken too seriously. definitely take your grain of salt with you to the theatre.
an amusing anecdote from my movie excursion: just as the bride was leaving okinawa, the movie stopped and the curtains closed on the screen. everyone in the theatre started looking around and muttering. i turned to karen and said “that would be a totally tarantino way to end it. it is only part one, afterall.”
hrm. well, i thought it was funny.
so, um, technical difficulties. sorry about that. my old webhost dropped off the face of the earth last week and i got tired of waiting to hear something (anything!) from them and packed up and moved house. now i can only hope that i can get visa to deny any monthly charges they may try to keep making on my card. if not, i know where the owner lives and i’m pretty sure i can call in a favour and get the shit scared, if not beaten, out of him.
thanks for all the concerned inquiries, by the way. just to assure you that if i ever do decide to pack this place up for good, i’ll be sure to leave some properly melodramatic message and not just disappear in the middle of the night.
in other news, i have to disappoint some people, and myself, by being practical. again. fuck, i hate being practical.
anyway, things to do. i’ll try to get back into the swing of things starting fresh tomorrow. *mwah* love you, kidlets!
p.s. a nice surprise was having another photo posted at lalaland. go check it out!
hello?
i’m fairly convinced the solar flares are making people crazy. people are driving like complete nincompoops. also, i’m absolutely certain that this computer lab smells exactly like dog shit.
You are Form 3, Unicorn: The Innocent.
“And The Unicorn knew she wasn’t meant to go into the Dark Wood. Disregarding the advice given to her by the spirits, Unicorn went inside and bled silver blood. For her misdeed, the world knew evil.”
Some examples of the Unicorn Form are Eve (Christian) and Pandora (Greek).
The Unicorn is associated with the concept of innocence, the number 3, and the element of water.
Her sign is the twilight sun.
As a member of Form 3, you are a curious individual. You are drawn to new things and become fascinated with ideas you’ve never come in contact with before. Some people may say you are too nosey, but it’s only because you like getting to the bottom of things and solving them. Unicorns are the best friends to have because they are inquisitive.
Which Mythological Form Are You?
again with the praise of the jeremy. i just can’t help it, he’s so gosh-durn sweet to me, i have to gush about him. yay jeremy!
it must be the thirties which are doing it to me.
i’m moisturizing and carrying a purse which actually has lipstick and hand-e-wipes in it. i’m keeping an eye on my investments and debating whether increasing my foreign allocation would be prudent in the current economic climate. i’ve purchased property insurance in case of fire, flood, earthquake or robbery. i plan things like xmas baking and birthday gifts months in advance. i’m considering dying my hair to hide the greys which are invading my brunette tresses. i look forward to naps like very little else. i actually used the phrase “that was twenty-five years ago” in respect to something i personally experienced.
the biggest problem with getting older is that it’s only my body which is aging. in my head i’m still twenty-three. i can still run, jump and play like a twelve year old in my mind, but when i try to actually do such things, i end up limping like a geriatric for a week (whatever prompted me to try doing a cartwheel, i’ll never know). i feel young in spirit and attitude, even though my physical self groans and resists any urge to get up and play.
the wrinkles and the greys are coming. i have to find a way to reconcile my evolving outsides with the insides which still bubble up with youthful glee at the slightest provocation.
1. fix the rebooting problem with discombobulate.
2. replace the broken floppy in eshashai and take it to dad.
3. set up dad’s old pc for eileen.
4. find birthday present for colene.
5. find birthday present for meghan.
6. get new rear tires, an alignment and an oil change for the hessmobile.
7. get an eye checkup and new glasses.
8. make a massage appointment.
9. make a doctor’s appointment.
10. get my teeth cleaned.
11. make xmas cake.
12. clean out the closets. again.
13. send xmas cards to all the rellies.
14. ace my final exam.
15. register for next term.
16. call mastercard about that erroneous charge on my bill.
17. get a haircut.
18. clean out/re-organize the kitchen cupboards.
19. get to bed at a decent hour.
20. exercise.
21. go outside.
22. make more pictures.
23. see matrix: revolutions and lord of the rings: return of the king in the theatre.
24. do my homework.
25. watch less tv.
this is probably a really bad day to try giving up coffee again. it’s not even that i feel the need to give up caffeine, as my diet pepsi obsession is in full swing, but the cream and sugar i just can’t drink coffee without is what i need to ditch. i could try to drink it without one, the other or both, but i already drink tea naked, why not just switch back to my moroccan mint green tea?
this headache is why not.
discombobulate is pretty much up and running now, except for some random rebooting i need to troubleshoot tonight. just what i need. next time, i’m buying a dell, goddammit.
supposedly my baby cousin (i.e. the youngest of the grandchildren on my mom’s side and the only one i’m older than) and his family are in town, but he hasn’t called me. i’m trying not to take it personally, but i’m getting a little huffy about it despite my not caring mantra.
someone go to subway and fetch me lunch, okay?
guess who’s got her new computer (finally)!
my computer wasn’t ready yesterday, so i’m keeping my fingers crossed for today. i could have sworn they said the video card was in stock when i ordered it. it feels more like monday because yesterday was more like friday. i feel tired and lacking. i have a lunch date at the metropolis food court with karen. i love food courts. i could be totally happy if i only ate at food courts when i ate out. jeremy is the best thing that’s happened to me in a very long time. no, he’s not the aforementioned boy. i need to think up a creative project for the art swap i signed up for. i’m thinking something crocheted or a fimo critter. they’re my best skills. i also have to start thinking about my xmas baking. i really want to try my grandmonther’s xmas cake recipes. i just don’t know when i’ll find the time. this week will have to be it as i don’t have any assignments due for class. i was thinking of trying to see kill bill on sunday, too. there are still a lot of movies out i want to see and even more coming out in the very near future. good thing i got a raise, i guess. i still can’t bring myself to get a haircut. i’m turning into a really girly girl with mascara and lipstick being worn almost every
day. not to mention the whole purse-carrying thing. but it’s not really my fault it’s the perfect size to hold my camera, phone, wallet, sunglasses, pen and chapstick! my crest spin brush pro fell apart this morning. i guess i’ve gotten my money’s worth out of it. time to replace the brushy part.
last week, or the week before, i can’t remember, i was at save-on foods picking up some lunchy stuff on the way home and i was standing in line behind this guy i thought i knew. i wasn’t 100% sure it was him, so i didn’t want to say his name or otherwise intrude upon his space for fear of being embarrassed. i tried the “staring really hard until he feels the power of my mind and looks at me” thing, but that didn’t work. that’s when then i had an idea. i fished out my phone and sent the person who i thought it as
a text message that said “turn around.” i waited. the guy in front of me reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone. he read it and turned around and i grinned. now that’s the best use of my cell phone yet.
i knew it.
i knew this day would find a way to fuck me over. fucking wednesday. goddamn, fucking wednesday. i think i’d rather have failed my mid-term than this*! see, this is why i don’t talk about boys in anything but the most abstract terms, because something always comes along to render it all invalid.
yeah, yeah, it’s good for him. yeah, good for him. yah-fucking-hoo. at least someone got good news. all i got was a handful of snotty kleenex from an unexpectedly strong reaction to the news. blah. boys.
*of course i wouldn’t really have rather failed my mid-term (even though i was fully convinced i had, you can’t believe how happy that 81% made me when i saw it), but at this moment, i’d give one for the other. in a heartbeat.