“the bad stuff is easier to believe. ever notice that?”
picked up my adsl kit from the post office on my way home from school (where i learned i got 104% on my last assignment), so i’ve just finished rearranging the mess of phone lines coming from my inconveniently-placed phone jack (who the hell thought that the middle of the hallway at chest height was a good place?) so that i can plug in the modem on tuesday. it’s killing me that i can’t do it now, but greg the talkative customer service representative said not to try until tuesday and, well, he woulnd’t lie to me, right?
school is almost over. two more classes, two more assignments, one exam and then i’m done with saturday courses! i get a week off and then i’m right back in the swing of things taking a tuesday night programming class. pascal, here i come! oh, it turns out that the instructor i had last term is the teaching assistant for this next course. it’s kind of odd to have all this continuity in instructors but it’s also very cool to not have to form entirely new relationships when moving from class to class.
boys. are. confusing.
i’m starting to be annoyed that i didn’t pick up a couple videos for tonight. then again, i kind of thought i might have company over or go out with keb, but none of that panned out. oh well. maybe i can catch up on a little more sleep so i can start next week out truly refreshed. it’s disgusting how relieved i feel knowing that the party is over and this class is almost done and my saturdays will be my own again. yippee!
now i’m going back to the futon where it’s warm. toodles!
it’s a poor excuse for a woman who can’t go a couple hours wearing heels without her feet cramping up and her hip almost popping out of joint. well, at least i looked good when i wasn’t grimacing in pain. but, the very best part is that it’s over!
if i ever volunteer or agree to plan another party, i have given dor permission to beat me senseless and i’ve even agreed to pay the airfare to go to him to have it done. that’s how much i hated the process. way too much stress. although, after seeing everyone enjoy themselves and such, i can see why some people enjoy it. i’m just not one of them.
it was pretty sweet having my name announced (twice!) as one of the organizers, though. *ego boost*
freaking out. dressing up. going out.
when i read about things like this it makes me almost ache for the chance to zip off in a starship, get suited up and dive through foreign atmospheres to discover just how different our celestial neighbours are from our small, blue-green home. when i’m consumed with that desire for exploration, i can understand why men and women risk death to go into space, beneath the ocean or deep into the earth.
yeah, enough poetry. i’ll be beyond glad when this week is over. i’m totally stressing about the party friday night. i hope it goes off well. remind me to never volunteer to organize something like this again! now i’m just twitchy and overtired and thinking today might be the day i have a cup of coffee.
yeah, busy. come back later.
i just spent an hour on the phone with greg, my “telus customer service representative”. a chatty, personable fellow who got me to sign up for adsl service by tempting me with free things. he’s also going to send me his “contact information” to my new email account and he wants me to “reply” when i get everything set up in a week’s time. this time i’m certain i was being hit on.
yeah. what’s with me and men from alberta?
companies i’m willing to whore my blog out to in exchange for goods or services:
– mazda (wouldn’t i look hot in a protegé 5?)
– nikon (oh yeah baby. can you say “D1”?)
– dell (upgrades!)
– ethan allen (yes, i could live with florals)
– lane bryant (fat girls like to dress well, too)
– bose (music soothes the savage heather)
– chapters (gotta love me some books)
– bcit (tuition really is a bitch)
– sleeman (mm, beer)
– vancouver canucks (c’mon… season’s tickets can’t be that much to ask!)
laundry. dishes. shopping. cooking. baking. vacuuming. dusting. tidying. homework. partywork. excuses. spending. eating. watching. wishing. lusting.
the internet is boring today.
while filling up the car with gas on my way home after school yesterday (because who can pass by 85.5¢/L gas?), i amused myself while pumping by ogling the budget van full of teenagers dressed up in 80’s fashions as they ran into the convenience store to buy cigarettes and accross the street to buy alcohol. but, seriously, these kids were hilarious in their anachronism. girls in lace stockings and double-layered skirts. boys in parachute pants and footloose leather ties. way too much red eye shadow and i.c.e. mist hairspray. it made me recall just how horrible the eighties really were, fashion-wise. i wonder if, in twenty years, we’ll look back at photos or re-runs of sit-coms and be just as appalled by our apparent lack of style now as we are of the reagan years.
still bored. i guess i’ll, um, do stuff.
two friends of mine (who neither know each other, or even live in the same country for that matter) both had all-night first dates last night. besides the obvious “whoa, that’s weirdly coincidental” reaction i had, i’m also extraordinarily pleased for them. these are two of my favourite people i don’t know well enough, but really hope to know better as time goes on. it is mirth-making to my soul to know that they are finding people who give them the happy shivers.
yay for first blushes of spring lust!
this is outside meghan’s house. snow. march 8th. who the hell is in charge of the weather?! they and i need to have some serious words. then again, i don’t have to go outside tomorrow, and it is very pretty. i guess it can stay… but it better be gone by monday morning or i’ll be cranky.
well, the good thing with having so much work you want to rip out your own spleen is that your work week goes by very quickly. the bad thing, well, my brain has melted and i think i’ve developed a nasty urge for homicide. *sigh* i ordered pizza to help make a night of homework a little more bareable.
did i mentioned it snowed today? yeah, march 7th and it snowed. the world is completely insane.
so, yeah. boys are driving me nuts lately. they come back and they tell you things you think you want to hear but then you realize that it makes it almost worse than when they originally disappeared from your life. not to say you’re not glad they’re back and somewhat remorseful for their prior actions, but you’ve spent all this time getting over it all only to have it all brought up again. that being said, you can’t help but look forward to getting back to a place where you and he can relate in a manner somewhat similar to the comfort level you had back then.
ugh, i’m so kidding myself. you can’t go home again, doofus. it’ll never be the same. maybe it will be better, maybe it will be worse, but it will, beyond all doubts, be completely different.
all right, the pizza is here, so that means it’s time for the crappy homework to start. i’ve learned a bunch, but i’ll be very glad to see the back of this course.
ARGH!
so, yeah. it’s wednesday. i haven’t had coffee in 10 days. i spend my breaks in the fitness room jogging on the elliptical fitness trainer. i slept for almost eleven hours last night. i need a haircut. i should probably get my eyes checked and my prescription updated. this party-planning business is slowly devouring my soul. ignoring the money i’m saving up (for what, i still haven’t decided; although, a new mattress for the futon is currently number one), i’m utterly broke and payday is still a week and a half away. i’m really going to be upset when buffy ends. i need to take more pictures. my site is really boring and no one comes except a handful of pity visits and three million people searching for “giraffe”, “albino” or “thong” — get over it, losers! none of that here! freaks.
i’m not really grumpy, but i have zero creativity and writing, even just communicating, seems like such a chore lately. people aren’t my favourite this week. most of them i just want to go away and leave me alone.
i want to go bowling and to theatre sports and the art gallery and to white spot for a long, food-filled, laughing-fun evening harrassing waiters and building things out of creamers and sugar packets. i want to curl up and read an entire book in a weekend like i used to. i want to go test drive cars just because i can. i want to go play catch at stanley park now that i can breathe again. i want a kitten and a bicycle and new canucks sweater. i want touchy-feely friends. i want to flirt and kiss lots of boys. i want a road trip! i want less guilt and more joi de vive. i want to be 16 again, but know everything i know now.
it’s a day for lists and wanting. what’s your list of wants?
carolyn: ooh, what do you have?
meghan: baked ravioli.
carolyn: ooh, what’s dean got?
dean: the house lasagne.
carolyn: ooh, what’ve you got?
me: filet mignon!
carolyn: but you’re vegetarian!
me: *shrug* i needed a hot beef injection.
i’m feeling lonely and in need of physical comfort.
there’s not much to add to that, really. it’s just one of those days when you’d love to go home and have someone there to hug me and ask me how my day was and then cuddle with me on the couch while we talk about stuff or just let the tv melt our brains.