i had this amazing two-hour nap this afternoon. i slept so hard it took me a good hour to stop feeling like i was drunk after actually rolling myself off the futon. it was great! that’s not even taking into consideration the dreams i had. wow. they were even better. although, i think i may get my ass kicked by someone’s girlfriend if i ever divulge any details.
bowling last night was a bust (but i won the one game we played), but only ’cause the place sucked and no one wanted to go the distance to find a better place. drinks & snacks at subeez was great (carly pope of popular fame was sitting a couple tables down from us. i tried to get pictures of her, but she moves her head a ridiculous amount when she talks so they all came out blurry). walking up and down granville people-watching and looking in store windows was even better. despite the lackluster bowling experience, it turned into a great night with new friends. i think i could get to like this getting to know new people gig. pictures will be posted whenever i feel like it, btw.
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while washing my hair this morning, with my new wild strawberry shampoo ($1.69!), i wondered how it is that pretty, coloured liquids (like my bright red shampoo) become white when lathered. is this something the chemists have done in the lab knowing that most people won’t believe they’re getting clean without pure white later or is it a curious property of lathering products? it made me wonder if the multi-coloured soap that oozes from the soapbrush at the wand-wash i went to on saturday is defective somehow for being shades of pink and yellow. i think it would be pretty damn cool to be lathering up with bright purple or blue bubbles.
hey, do bubbles glow under black lights? now there’s some interesting possibilities!
tonight has been blissfully cool in chez hessie as compared to every other evening this week. just five degrees cooler and i’m a not-so-lean, mean, cleaning machine. the dishes are done, the laundry is laundered, the big brother pile is finally finished being boxed up, the carpet is vacuumed (that was a bonus brought on by two pounds of rice being accidentally spilled in the kitchen), horizontal surfaces have been decluttered, and dinner was cooked. it feels so much better to be both cool and in a clean apartment again. i think i may even have a good night’s sleep tonight! zzz…
this is a slow-starting day. it’s almost time for me to go get something for lunch, but i’m just now starting to wake up. of course, it’s my own damn fault for staying out so late.
after road to perdition, en route to take karen home to kits, we took a detour through stanley park and wandered around second beach a while. i swung on the swings, took a couple of pictures and fell off a curb with a resounding thud and gratitude it was dark so no one could see how much i blushed for embarrassment. on the way across the bridge home, i caught a glimpse of the full moon rising above the city & reflecting in the harbour. i just had to find a place to photograph it (if i could have, i would have stopped in the middle of the bridge and taken the shot). i drove to ambleside, but that was too low and by the time i got to higher ground the moon had risen enough to shrink, ruining the effect. i was not pleased. i was even less pleased that i had to go home to my hotbox of an apartment. the night was so lovely and cool. i very nearly kept driving just to be outside.
today, i’m being ginger with my knees, neck and back to make sure that i a) didn’t do any damage with my fall; and, b) don’t exacerbate any such damage. plus i’m exhausted for not getting to bed until after midnight. it’s all very wrong, this working thing. i need a sabbatical.
now that my car isn’t smelly, i’m infused with a false sense of security concerning it’s mechanical soundness. this is making me dream of road trips. oddly enough, it’s making me dream of road trips to the island. i want to go to buchart gardens and take pictures of blanchard elementary where i spent second grade. i wonder if there is still a park across the street from the apartment building i lived in? i want to find that little country store where mom would take me for bubble gum ice cream cones. i want to, finally, stop at goldstream park. i want to go to my favourite spot on the entire island to commune with the otters and walk the rocks. i want to go to sooke because i like the way it sounds. i want to go to gabriola and get back into touch with the place where i was conceived. i want to have lunch at fast eddie’s and play “brown eyed girl” on the juke box. who’s coming with me?
i put together a little week in review. enjoy it.
there’s a 70-foot crane outside my window right now. it’s getting awfully close as i type this. they’re doing something with the air-conditioning unit on the roof which is making the drop ceiling rattle something fierce.
as i watch the crane extend, rotate, lean in closer and hear the rattling get louder, closer, then stop all-together, i start to imagine catastrophy. what if the roof isn’t strong enough to support the equipment they’re moving about? i’m mentally preparing myself for a thousand-pound piece of machinery to come crashing down on my head. or what if the crane malfunctions and it comes through the window? would i be able to live with disfiguring scars?
this is how my mind works. if i die while sitting here at my desk, i think, someone will find my keys and go to my apartment to dispose of my possessions. what will they find in that apartment? a week’s worth of undone (but rinsed and stacked) dishes, a purple vibrator, cob-webs, a dirty shower, a shelf & a half of un- or half-read books, two boxes of craft supplies, 13 years of tax returns, two ounces of vanilla vodka in the freezer, a jar full of dum-dums, handcuffs & a choke-chain, five watches, an un-viewed copy of bambi, a large directory of pornography, seven half-empty bottles of shampoo, bowling shoes, dust, an un-made bed a video tape with yoga, half of felicity and meet my folks on it.
i really should do those dishes tonight. i’d hate for anyone to think i was a slob.
bloo!
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some of these really surpised me. regardless, thanks for coming back!
1. i love my camera!
2. i love my mechanic for doing whatever he inadvertently did to make the burning smell go away.
3. i love peanut butter & strawberry jam in the mornings
i love andrea and would gladly have her babies for her amazing generosity and general kickassedness. thank you, lady!
in other news, i noticed on the drive to work this morning that my odometer read 164,444, which i thought was really cool since 4 + 4 + 4 + 4 = 16. when i told jeremy about that, he called me a dork. gee, thanks.
there will be a trip to the farm market today so i can have a nice, cool salad for dinner as it’s supposed to be blisteringly hot today. actually, i should go now or i won’t get there. anybody want anything?
reason #39,393,012 why i should never be allowed to write poetry:
terrible bleating ewes gather,
as a gaggle, nit-picking
slack fashion sense while their collagen
slowly sinks to their toes
today, i’m lightening the load.
so far, i’ve sorted through two of three shelving units and i have three boxes of books and a bag of stuffed animals to be rid of. next, i will tackle the closets and probably end up throwing out the old pc chassis i’ve had in sitting in there for the last two years “just in case” i figured out which of the motherboard or cpu was damaged and got around to fixing it.
the closets also represents the boxes of momentos i will have to go through. this will be the toughest job. what do i keep? anything? specific items? one from each era, one from each person or do i unilaterally chuck it all?
you know, i think i need a bottle of wine to go with this task. how appropriate that i have to go the l.c. to get more boxes later.
update: click for graphic examples of my accomplishment.
at metropolis a couple of week ago, while waiting for karen to show up so we could see men in black ii, i watched as brian burke wandered aimlessly back and forth in front of the very same escalators i was loitering in front of. i was tempted to ask him if i could get some cool canuck swag because it was my birthday, but i didn’t have the noive.
while driving to work this morning, i passed ian tracey driving his black toyota 4-runner to location somewhere in the south burnaby area. i wasn’t one-hundred percent sure who he was at first (i originally thought it was martin cummins from dark angel), but the “davinci” set arrow gave me the nudge i needed to properly place him.
it’s amazing how many neat things you see when you actually leave your apartment!
the evening started out with a far-too-fucking-perky waitress trying not to make me feel bad for sitting alone in a restaurant reading a book while i waited for my “friend” to join me. then progressed into presents (colene gave me redemption of althalus and survival of the prettiest: the science of beauty for my birthday — isn’t she the coolest?), food and gossip. then came the meeting strangers part:
richard is much taller than i expected him to be, so is mark (who doesn’t sound anything like i imagined). david still reminds me of craig and i can’t help but wonder if that is why i liked him as soon as we started talking. ritchie is hilarious and has the cutest dimples. greg intrigued me for unknown reasons. unfortunately, i didn’t get a chance to talk to lauren or steve at all, but i did have a few moments with callie while we waited to pay our tab and kent before he left for another engagement. tina is adorable and funny — it’s no wonder all the boys like her. i’m forgetting several people, but i’m old, so it’s okay.
all in all it was a good night and an even better experience. i’m so used to these meetings of net.people taking place in foreign locales that to have it happen in my own back yard is slightly disconcerting. i hope our group mirror shot turned out because most of my pictures didn’t. i’ll probably post some of the clearer ones when i get home later. or maybe i won’t, like i hope they won’t post any of the photos of me (i looked like crap).
p.s. sorry for the postcard dissing, derrick. it was in my mailbox when i got home last night. thank you!
p.p.s. we’re (derrick, colene & i) are planning on going bowling next friday (july 26th). if anyone is interested in joining the fun, let one of us know!
do not go see reign of fire. save your $5-13 dollars for something else. please, for the love of all that is good in the world, do not waste it on this movie.
while lying in bed last night, i began mentally cataloguing the things i want to get rid of, and i realized that it would make me feel a little less angsty about losing these treasures of my past if i could get token amounts of money for them. i don’t know why, but it seems that if i could see people actually deciding that they want what i once held dear for their very own, it would make the transition a little easier on me. so… i’m going to see about having a yard sale!
of course, i don’t have enough stuff on my own for a decent sale, so i thought that i’d slip notes under my neighbours’ doors to gauge the interest of having a building yard sale. i’m a little timid about it as i’ve never talked to most of them before and i’m a notoriously bad event planner; but i think it’s a great idea! i hope they do, too.
p.s. i really don’t want to work today!
i just ordered tickets to see great big sea in september! yay! i haven’t been to a show in forever, this is going to kick major ass. i’m going to offer to take meghan as a very early birthday present. if she doesn’t want to go (which i doubt), then i’ll take karen.
wow, look at all the exciting things in september i have to look forward to… school, another week off, and now gbs! *wiggle*
with the way i feel this morning, i’m seriously questioning whether last night was worth it. ugh.
on top of exhaustion, i lifted for the first time in at least three weeks yesterday so most of my major muscles are ouchy. i’m okay if i don’t move; too bad even yawning makes me wince. that will teach me to get off my routine for so long.
the blog meetup is tomorrow. tomorrow! actually, i’m surprisingly un-concerned about it all. i hope the few people i’d really like to meet show up, other than that i know that friends i’ve already made will be in attendance so it won’t be a complete waste of time.
i really hate it when i start a day off with a headache. especially a tuesday. they’re bad enough on their own without any added pain and suffering.
so, yeah, my water bottle sprung a leak in my bag this morning, turning it into a brita-filtered swimming pool for my pens, notebook, novel and glasses. i didn’t even know until i was halfway from the parking lot to my office. i felt a little bit of wet on my thigh and thought maybe i’d brushed up against a dewy hedge out front, until i realized it was getting wetter. i held the bag away from me, looked at the bottom and watched as juicy droplets splooshed to the floor. fuck. oh well, maybe that will help get rid of the smirnoff ice residue from last summer’s container spill at alki beach.