i wonder who the first person was to look at a sheep and get the idea to shave it and twist it’s coat into a human-shaped piece of clothing. it makes me think that our ancestors were much more creative and inventive than we give them credit for.
my 2003 xmas baking menu:
– rum balls
– shortbread
– peppermint bark
– nanaimo bars
– mince tarts
– mint chocolate chip cookies
i thought about doing chocolates again this year, but they’re really a pain in the ass. besides, just doing this will keep me chained to the kitchen for at least a week. at least it’s a good kind of labour. mm, xmas baking.
things i want to accomplish between terms:
– read three two books
– play two three games
– complete art swap project
– get car serviced & new tires
– finish xmas shopping for dad, karen, dean, & brenda
– send jeremy & tyler xmas baking
– send xmas cards to everyone else
– spend more time with my friends
thankfully mom doesn’t want a gift (although, i’d already ordered one for her before she told me that) and i’ve already figured out what to get m&m, so my shopping will be relatively simple this year. i still have a lot of stuff i want to get done in the next six weeks, though. it might be worse than homework!
in other news, i’m quite distraught that my favourite in-car radio station has changed formats from new rock/alternative to “christmas fm”. i can’t explain to you the trauma i experienced upon hearing kenny g’s “home for the holidays” when i turned the stereo on yesterday afternoon. everything was fine in the morning, the djs didn’t mention anything about the impending format change, then blamo! from listening to the callers on the other rock station, i’m not the only one who feels confused and slightly angry at this unannounced change. they least they could have done was tell us what was happening.
i had my last class last night. it lasted forever. it did, too. well, at least 40 minutes longer than usual as there was lots left to cover before the final and there was no point in saving time for the useless lab. i have until mindnight saturday to get my assignment in and then one relatively easy question due the night of the final.
oh, did i mention i’m going to the hockey game tonight? yessir, free hockey tickets rock. vancouver vs. chicago. i just wish i’d ordered a vintage jersey earlier so i could wear it to the game. yay hockey!
last night i officially gave up.
right in the middle of my code-fidding, just at the moment when i went in search of the key supplementary code which would enable me to finish my work, my adsl connnection disconnected. i sat at my desk staring at the connection error in disbelief for i can’t remember how long. it was quite a while. my hockey team won their game while i sat there, slowly deflating, any sense of purpose or determination leaking from my person.
yes, maybe i could have done it myself. i probably could have figured it out and gotten it all done. i might even have done a better job at it. anything is possible, afterall. but, i didn’t. i gave up. i reached that point where i didn’t care anymore. couldn’t give a shit, really.
what do single girls with anti-social tendencies do when they’ve reached the end of their tether? they go to bed. they crawl into their comfy caves of consolation and go to the place where their dreams come true, where they rule the world and they get the guy.
that’s what single girls without the upstairs neighbour bitch from hell do, anyway.
an hour and a half i laid in bed, praying for sleep, for the day to end, for eight hours of blissful unconsciousness, trying to hear the rain fall above neighbour bitch’s music pounding through my ceiling.
just a note, neighbour bitch from hell: if i can hear the lyrics to your music, through your FLOOR, then it’s TOO FUCKING LOUD.
even before i gave up, when her noise was complicating my homework thinking, i tried to retaliate so she might get the hint. i played nickleback at almost-full volume. thrice. when that didn’t work, i broke out the one and only rap song i have: holidae in. at least when that came on loud and proud, i got a little cardio out of it by shaking my money-maker all over the apartment.
at about ten-thirty, i finally heard the floor squeaking as she walked across the room to the stereo and the noise stopped. actually, it didn’t really stop. if listened hard enough, i could still hear the stupid twanging of her johnny cash wannabe album playing, but at least it wasn’t threatening to turn me into a homicidal maniac. within moments, i was asleep. thank god.
today, i’m still not really much for the caring. i’m going to explain to my teacher that my internet connection was down and i wasn’t able to get the supplemental code to finish the assignment. thankfully, he had earlier decreed that there would be no deductions for late assignments for the rest of the course, so i’ll tell the useless TA that i’ll email it to him when i get it done, which will hopefully be this weekend. i don’t have to hand it in to pass the course, but it would mean an even bigger hit on my grade, depending on how i do on the exam next week.
in closing, a little personal information i probably shouldn’t share because it will get back to who i’m talking about. then again, isn’t that what cryptoblogging is all about? to passive-aggressively share your true feelings with people without the actual hassle of being up front about it?
i’m obsessed with a boy situation i think i might have done all wrong. it was good and wonderful at the time, but it is starting to become clear to me that i probably should have done things differently. there’s just too much at stake for me to treat it so casually. we’ll see. who knows, with luck i might have it all backwards.
ugh. i’m starting to think it was all a very bad idea.
two and a half hours of sleep is not enough for any human over the age of twenty-two.
the worst bit is that i get to pull another all-nighter tonight to get my assignment done for tomorrow’s class, which just happens to be the last lecture for this class. while that trailing fact would normally fill me with great jubilation, it unfortunately means that the exam is next week.
programming is not a course of study which benefits from exams as a means of testing absorbtion of the material and the ability to effectively use it. the real world does not have programmers sitting down to complete projects in timed allotments, coding with pencil and paper. i have very little say in the matter, but i’m extremely displeased that 65% of my grade comes solely from exams. assignments are a much better metric of one’s ability to program effective solutions and much closer to reality.
this is going to be one very long day. i may die.
but at least i’ll die content.
confessions of a car salesman – a rather lengthy, but very informative look at the salesman’s side of purchasing a new car. i’m ashamed to admit i was a “lie down” when i bought my car. next time, i won’t be so naive.
3dmark – a pretty sweet piece of gaming benchmark software i was playing with last night. my computer scored a 3146. i feel slightly embarrassed by that.
craigslist – i realize that the internet a-list has known about craigslist for years, but the vancouver corner of it has only recently started to take off. that’s my official excuse. otherwise, i’m addicted to reading the casual encounters listings. people are such freaks.
bachelor bob – everyone knows about the bachelor, so there’s not a lot to tell. but what you might not know is that on the official site, bob writes a weekly diary entry as a compliment to the show we get to watch (we meaning everyone but me, who’s in class on wednesdays and i tape gilmore girls which is on at the same time). it’s been great for me to not only be able to keep on on the drama with recaps, but also get a tiny peek into bob’s head as he goes through this hyped-up process. i’ve got to admit, i think i could be totally in love with bob, too.
tv tome – if you love tv (really now, who doesn’t), you need to know about tv tome. if you’ve ever wondered who played the lab technician on quincy, m.e. (filip field) or when the last episode of miami vice aired (june 28,1989), this is the place to go.
it’s your turn – shall we play a game? how about a nice game of chess? the best way i’ve found to play classic, and not-so-classic, board games online with people with ADHD or those who don’t care to play in real-time. if you’re interested my account name is “hessie”, send me an invite!
i’m boldy going where single, twenty-first century women have not gone. i’m entering the land of 1950’s cooking!
okay, maybe it’s not quite that dramatic (be thankful i didn’t use the blink tags i was originally going to), but it’s a pretty momentous culinary day for me. it’s my first attempt at making old-fashioned, family stew. you know, meat, potatoes, carrots, onions all cooking in a pot together until you come home from work or school and fill a bowl with that savory goodness that just says “home”. yum.
i’m not sure what brought out this nostalgia for stew upon me, but i succumed to the pressure and bought the ingrediments while checking out the new (and annoyingly small, but that’s another entry) grocery store. when i got home, i had to phone my mom to find out what the hell to do next.
i’ve completed stage one successfully. the meat is happily browned, seasoned and simmering musically on the stovetop. i’ll go back in about an hour to add veggies and other good stuff. i’m really quite excited about this process.
how sad is that?
what does a brain fart smell like?
i’ve figured out why my writing is so dull lately. it’s all jeremy’s fault. he gets all my best material as soon as i think of it thanks to the magic known as icq. unfortunately, this means i can either stop talking to jeremy or shut the site down and only talk to jeremy.
i’m torn.
have you ever put on clothing that made you look completely different? that’s me today.
my new brown flare cords and brown short-sleeve mock turtleneck combined with my slightly battered burgundy docs and the long-lost black pleather car-coat have turned me into a manhattan yuppie wannabe. i even went so far as to pull my hair back entirely off my made-up face to eccentuate the semi-corporate image i’m cultivating.
i feel like i need a power lunch or a status meeting to round out the package.
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.”
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!
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