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!
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!
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!
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.
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?