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i’m in a weird kind of happy place. i’m feeling pretty good about myself and i’m not terribly lonely or bored. i do, however, need to get laid in the worst way, but i’m chalking that up to spring hormones more than any real deficit in my life.
there’s a new upstairs neighbour. i think it’s a guy, but that’s just going from the voices i hear and the heavy steps on the squeaky floor. he/she was playing music last night, but at a lovely, reasonable, non-annoying volume. what a treat! i think i’ll like this new ceiling-dweller if he/she keeps this up.
i’m trying not to count sleeps yet, but i’m so very excited about going to minnesota this summer. the other half of the trip has been postponed (the wedding in ontario) so this will be an all-minnesota experience. yippee!
i may feel content about life stuff, but work stuff is starting to freak me out a little. i need to make a mockup of a site/interface and i honestly have no idea where to even begin. i can’t remember the last time i tried to do any creative web stuff. i think i burned out early with my fifty-million blog designs in the first six months. ugh. why can’t they give me the mock up and have me implement it? i can do that! *sigh* this is going to be tough.

yeah, this was a good weekend. it had a little bit of everything. the best parts were bonding with absent family, laughing (and crying) with friends and rediscovering my passion. i ran out of steam by the middle of sunday, but that only meant i got to go to bed at nine, which was just right.
how was your weekend?

after sleeping on it, i think the answer to my binary search problem is a small recursive function instead of relying solely on strcmp() since it needs to accept partial matches. seeing as “Wyn” will never equal “Wynnwood” i think it needs to be a character-by-character comparison.
then again, i could have no idea what the fuck i’m talking about.

so, let’s see… friday, i came home from work early with a splitting migraine-in-progress, took a handful of tylenol, turned off all the whirring things and went slept for twelve hours. i woke up once about one a.m. but knew that if i really woke up, i’d be up for the duration, so i rolled over and right back to sleep. even without the migraine, i really needed that rest.
saturday was mostly spent being a bum. i watched far too much crap tv, did an itsy bit of useless shopping (even though i really had the urge to spend spend spend) and then it was off to the hockey game with carolyn. i love hockey. anyone who knows or reads me knows this, but that game was sad. besides the fact that it was just a really tight defensive game by ottawa, the canucks just couldn’t seem to make a pass to save their lives. i was disappointed for them. regardless, there’s nothing like being at a game.
sunday was much more productive. i got the laundry done, the dishes done, the cooking done, the shopping done. oh, my oven started sparking and burning when i tried to pre-heat it to bake some chicken i’d been defrosting. i emailed the landlord (who’s coming today to look at it) and then took my chicken to my dad’s house where i used his confusingly fancy oven. while there, i replaced his faulty floppy drive. yeah, i’m a good kid.
i came home and procrastinated a while longer until i finally sat down and started working on my assignment. shane came to my rescue with a lead on how to do the first bit i was struggling with. then, i was on the phone for an hour and a half trying to talk my dad through ridding his girlfriend’s computer of a virus. i almost wished i still smoked after that experience. i could really have used a cigarette.
now it’s monday and i’m completely obsessed with my homework and, well, that’s all i have to say about that.

no cards tonight, so if you’re tall, warm and like to cuddle, feel free to come over. bring a video or you’ll be subjected to episodes of starting over. i’m totally not kidding, either.

who knew you people liked to talk about poop so much? that’s great. no, really, i think that’s awsome. people don’t talk about poop enough. you know, i think i’ll type poop one more time, just for andrea. poop!
so, while i was successfully avoiding anything remotely resembling homework last night, i mistakenly thought it would be a good idea for me to read through old emails. i’m talking shit from 1996 and even earlier. some files made me cry. other files made me laugh. what really touched me though was how much nicer random online strangers used to be.
a little history: my first homepage was born on february 2, 1996. it was just as you’d expect: ugly, bright and containing animated gifs. hell, it even had an audio file of me talking like a freak (which, i think, is still online somewhere). anyway, at the very bottom of the page, in an attempt to be clever, i had a “subliminal message” which said “email me. email me. email me.” over and over.
going through the mail last night, i was amazed at the number of people who actually read that and emailed me. they were all so nice and flattering and funny. they asked nicely if they could link my page or thanked me graciously for linking them. it really touched me to be reminded of the kinder, gentler days of the internet.
yes, i am a geek. although, jeremy says my cred’s in peril. then again, he’s not the one taking C.
the problem with having short(er) hair is having to get it cut more than once a year.

if you don’t like talking about poop or are at all squeamish about bodily functions (or my bodily functions), just look at the pretty kitty and come back tomorrow. i mean it. this is your last warning.
seriously now, regular bowel movements are really wonderful. one can’t appreciate their lack until they’re subjected to the Evil Constipation. i know i sound like that other, significatly more interesting heather, but ever since i started weight watchers my guts have just not been playing nice. i’ve been taking some extra fibre in pill form for the last week in hopes of getting everything moving again. i think it’s finally kicking in.
for most of my life i was constipated. compound that with an unhealthy amount of public washroom phobia (not of them, but of fellow patrons knowing i’m using them) and i spent many years full of shit. going to the bathroom was a serious effort that took a lot of time and very strong kegels. i was lucky if i dumped twice a week, and i really wish i was exaggerating about that.
then, i don’t know what happened. several years ago, in another bid to get healthy and thin, i started exercising and eating dramatically different. healthy food, veggies all over the place, less junk and more fibre. suddenly i was pooping like a normal person! i didn’t have to look for a plunger (just in case) before i sat down to go. i was even pooping every day! it was like seeing god, and i really wish i was exaggerating about that.
as time went by and my regular pooping became a regular part of my life, i started to take it for granted. as i got more comfortable with my regular pooping, i also became more comfortable with pooping in non-home environments. i recognized that my body liked to poop at ten a.m. and didn’t like me making it wait until after work, so i stopped making it wait. i finally became a public pooper! considering i wouldn’t pee in a public washroom unless i was alone or another person was peeing or flushing to mask the sound of my tinkle, this was quite the accomplishment.
considering all the history i have with my poop, this last month has been quite uncomfortable and frustrating. i don’t know exactly what it is about what i’ve been eating that has so dramatically changed my internal functions, but it has not been pleasant. the interesting thing is, it seems to be a common occurance for people on ww if the number of times the topic comes up on the message boards is any indication. that’s where i got the idea to try a fibre supplement. i certainly hope this is just a temporary adjustment period and things find their proper balance sooner rather than later because i know that the last thing you people want is a daily report on my poop.

so, there was a story i was going to tell you. then there was this thing that happened that i was also going to tell you about. all last night, during the commercial breaks while watching survivor and the apprentice, i kept thinking “i should really write that down so i don’t forget.”. then i’d argue with myself by thinking “oh, don’t worry, this shit is good. you can’t possibly forget it.”.
guess what!
yeah, i forgot it. instead you get a photo and peek into my sad little pea brain.
while i’m here, on the radio the other day (have i mentioned i’m totally stuck on talk-radio lately? i’m all about cknw since xfm became the new sleep-aid station) they were talking about this couple who, after 63 years of marriage, at the ages of 90 and 95, are now in extended care. but, they are not in the same facility. they are on opposite sides of this city. this is the first time in those 63 years that they have been apart. he phones his wife five times a day, but his speach isn’t what it used to be and it doesn’t nearly make up for having his bride with him.
the government is saying that they are classified as different care categories and the facility he is in doesn’t take patients of her category and vice versa. they are unable to be together for the most frustrating and idiotic reason ever created by man: bureaucracy.
while listening to this story on the radio, driving home in traffic, i actually started to cry. it absolutely broke my heart. anything to do with the abuse, neglect or disenfranchisement of our senior citizens angers and saddens me beyond description. these are the people who built the world we enjoy. they gave us all our freedoms and liberties. they worked day and night to ensure that we did not have to. that as they age they are slowly demoted to second- and third-class citizens is not right. that governments continually chip away at the services and infrastructure they need most is much more morally corrupt and unchristian than two men vowing to love each other before an officiant.
i just hope that when the people who make these decisions reach their golden years they are treated with just as much respect and generosity as they are bestowing now.

by the way, those fuzzy photos down the page are completely untouched and non-photoshopped. that’s exactly how they downloaded off the camera (other than resizing, obviously). wade made the mistake of calling yesterday’s photoshopped and i got right upset at him for it and decided i should publically state it. they were a happy consequence of a photo experiment gone awry.
i’m exhausted and i’m wearing the wrong socks for this outfit. at least it’s nice and sunny out and i discovered my new london fog umbrella opens AND closes with the touch of a button. how cool is that?

somehow i managed to get my lazy ass up off the futon and reclaim control over my apartment last night. it’s not spotless yet, but it’s much less gross and messy than it was this time yesterday. maybe it’s the cancer in me (astrologically speaking, not the disease), but i have such a definite symbiotic relationship with my environment. when it’s out of whack, i’m out of whack. when it’s in order, i’m in order. you’d think that knowing this would keep me on top of it so as to maintain some sort of even keel. i’m getting better, but sometimes sloth life gets in the way.
academically, i’ve registered for my next class (understanding objects), which will keep me in class until just after my birthday. thankfully, this next class is on thursday nights instead of the dreaded wednesdays. i think that will do much to improve my application level. then, i have the summer off again! i could take my next course in six weeks in the summer term, but that conflicts with my trip back east (yet another wedding and the tentative minnesota invasion) and, well, there’s no way i could do an accelerated course in C++. it would just about kill me.
things to do:
– buy a power bar
– set up my router
– start assignment
– find out how to or how much it is to clean my blinds
– get a haircut
– backup photos
– make a cod cd for dean
– take dishes to keb
– wash, vacuum & windex car
– clean oven & stove top thingies
ugh, and thats just a partial list!

yay peter jackson! yay lotion! yay long, hot showers to wake me up in the morning! yay finishing a good book! yay soup! yay photos that people love! yay sunshine! yay old acquaintences contacting me!
boo forgetting my glasses. boo cleaning the george foreman grill. boo scary chicken burning neighbour lady messing up my laundry schedule. boo not winning the lottery. boo being sleepy.

this might be the best hair day i’ve ever had in my entire life. to celebrate, i’m heading out to buy vegetables.
my life is so very unique.

i’m wearing my new pants, but i’ve got cramps so it’s not quite as exciting as it might be.

i’m exhausted. i got 89% on my mid-term. i didn’t do my last assignment, but i’m quite excited about the next one. the bachelorette finale made me cry like a baby (why do women, myself included, always go for the difficult men? why?!). i can’t wait to wear the new outfit i bought on tuesday. i’m so glad my class is on thursdays next term so that when i come into work the next day exhausted and wishing it were friday it actually will be friday.
talk amongst yourselves. i’ve got too much work to do.

wow.
really, that’s all i can say about yesterday. it was everything i hoped and needed it to be and more. i had forgotten how great it is to spend a day out and about with my best goilfriend. we shopped until our feet fell off. we ate crazy, great food. we yelled and screamed and jumped up and down watching our hockey team win. we were both exhausted by the end of the day, but i almost didn’t want the day to end.
once i did get home, i unpacked all my goodies and tried to get to sleep. i finally did near eleven, only to have vivid dreams of meg and i having gone to the pub after the game where we were joined by eight canucks for drinks and conversation. then trevor linden, my lovely trevor, pulled me away from the crowd and proceeded to lay some kissage on me. i asked him if it were true that he was getting a divorce (as meghan had told me earlier in the day). he confirmed. i said i’d be right back and went to tell meg “i’m going to go have sex with trevor linden now. don’t worry about me, i’ll be fine.”
dreams are fun.
now i have to catch up on all the work which should have been done yesterday. but, you know what? i don’t care. it was so worth it. everyone needs a day’o’fun in the middle of the week. i highly recommend it!

still haven’t studied yet, but i’ll go over the forty pounds of books i brought to work over lunch. i can’t get over the complete and utter apathy i’m feeling towards pretty much everything except keeping my kitchen clean. you probably can’t believe just how clean my kitchen is right now. it’s like, well, a really clean kitchen. then there’s the fridge bursting with food, food and more food. i could eat for three weeks and not have to cook anything more complicated than coffee. although, i’ll probably run out of salad in a couple of days. that would annoy me.
i really want to file my taxes, but i’m waiting for forms from school and the banks. grr. i need that money, dammit. gimmemyforms!
i’ve been toying with the idea of giving up reading other people’s sites. i find myself either too easily influenced or intimdated when it comes time to rattle out something here. it probably won’t happen. i’m a blog junkie. besides, if i weren’t reading blogs all day, i’d have to be working, and we can’t really have that, can we?
blah.

let me just take a moment to recognize what is quite possibly the most famous baby born in 2004. congratulations!
and now, thank fucking pete it’s friday. i’ve got the cleavage shirt on for my lunchtime visit to the pub. it’s not a causal relationship, at least not a conscious one. pulling it out of the closet was almost random. why the fuck am i talk about my choice of shirt? geez, louise.
going out with m&m and dean and dean’s boss&wife and two other couples tomorrow night. “two other couples.” sounds like dean and i are a couple, doesn’t it. i wonder sometimes if people think we are a couple when the four of us go out places. not that i’m offended or worried about it. i just don’t like it when people have the wrong impression. especially when cute men who might otherwise be interested have the wrong impression. *wink wink* then again, i’ve yet to be picked up, so i think i can strike this item off my “to be concerned about” list.
sometimes you just have to agree to disagree.
this week’s angel made me cry.

two weeks of pilates and already my posture has improved. i suppose that’s the point, but who knew i’d take to sucking in and standing tall so quickly? at least i’m no longer in pain when i sneeze, walk or breathe. they really should warn you that your abdominal muscles really do get used for almost everything.
it’s a typical post-scholastic thursday. i stayed up way past my bedtime tuesday night to finally get a start on my homework (which didn’t go as well as it could have. i’m just thankful i have hugo here at work who was willing and able to help me work through some problems. i’m amazed i got it working and handed it in on time. just amazed.) and school nights i’m always up too late (even when i finish all my labs and get to leave fifteen minutes early like i did last night for the first time this term) so getting out of bed this morning was not fun.
thankfully i have flip-n-go hair!
speaking of, i think i’m going to get a bit more cut off this weekend. i don’t like the length at the back and i’d like shorter layers on the sides. yes, i know, who is this short-hair-having demon possessing heather of the luxurious long locks? i have no idea, but i’m having fun while it lasts. maybe, now that my hair isn’t three feet long, i’ll get around to dying it bloo.
can i talk about even more mundane subjects? homework, sleep, haircuts. wow, this really is turning into a haircut blog. my favourite jeremy was talking the other day about there being people out there who have no business with a blog. they don’t have anything interesting to say or contribute in any meaningful manner. i’ve been feeling that way about my site lately, especially the days i don’t have a photo to post. i used to be more prolific, more engaging, more fun, more “hey, isn’t this weird?”
i think i’m feeling penned-in by my decision to post photos every day. it’s like it goes against the flow of the site to have small, frequent posts of my random thoughts and such. the fantabulous jodi chromey was recently talking about something vaguely related and mentioned implementing a “small blog” like alison has. that might be the solution for me, but i don’t think i have the energy, or inclination, to both implement and utilize something like that. then i’d have to write two things every day, and pete knows i have enough trouble just trying to think of one thing most days.
that’s when a small part of me wants to give up. stop posting. call it quits.
hell, three and a half years is a pretty good lifespan for a low-traffic weblog. i’ve even been linked by heather champ! that in itself is an web-fame accomplishment. i’ve met dozens of interesting, intelligent, engaging, creative, intimidating yet welcoming people via my little corner of the internet. i’ve learned about html, css, javascript, php, greymatter, moveable type, photoshop, paintshop pro, cuteftp, the importance of backups, and that good webhosting companies are hard to find.
and just when it all becomes too much and i’m ready to throw in the towel, i realize that i love this site. fubsy.net has become a part of my personality. if i didn’t have somewhere to post my photos, i don’t know if i’d make as many as i do. if i didn’t have a place to vent my stupid thoughts, i’d probably be more of a nightmare then i already am. yes, sometimes i get frustrated that i’m not a great weaver words. i can’t turn my trip to the grocery store into some humourous treatise on the dangers of final net and the forty-something woman like dooce and i’ll never be as great a photographer as julie. no one will every pay me for prints of my pixels, but that’s okay. i didn’t start this to win any popularity contests, get a book deal or be famous. it was new and i was curious and i think i just have to get back to that feeling of “hey, this is fun! let’s see what else i can do…”

pilates. homework. hunger. workworkwork. I LOVE MY HAIR. love my friends more. sore ankle. hot and cold. skinny. dreaming. procrastinating. self-sabotage. get busy!