1. If you could eat dinner with and “get to know” one famous person (living or dead), who would you choose? angelina jolie, as long as you mean “get to know” in the biblical sense.
2. Has the death of a famous person ever had an effect on you? Who was it and how did you feel? yes. i remember crying when both jim henson and jimmie stewart died, and pierre trudeau, who was famous even if he was just a politician. i felt the loss of simpler, more innocent times.
3. If you could BE a famous person for 24 hours, who would you choose? billy bob thorton — guess who’d be my wife!
4. Do people ever tell you that you look like someone famous? Who? someone just told me the other day i looked like jeanane garafolo, although i think they were drunk.
5. Have you ever met anyone famous? george millar of the irish rovers.
the sun is shining! steve waived three bucks off my car bill because he didn’t have change! my car passed aircare! i bought a pair of tights to workout in and new t-shirt for spring! i also bought some of my favourite, $20 conditioner and a copy of a heartbreaking work of staggering genius i just could NOT say no to once i’d read the preface. i got invited to participate in a mock jury at sfu. and, last but not least, karen is coming into town next wednesday, hopefully to stay! wahoo!
now i’m going to eat my cadbury truffle cream egg, watch trading spaces and have a nap. gosh, do i love today!
i had such a good, productive start to the day… it’s now almost eleven, at night, and i’m sitting here wondering where the hell my day went and why i didn’t manage to accomplish anything of substance.
well, laundry’s done and some dishes, but i didn’t clean the shower or wash the car or go shopping or vacuum. you’d think having a six-thirty a.m. start would have gotten me more psyched for action. i think being rudely awakened from my nap by the fire alarm trouble alarm (go figure) going off when the power to half the city went out was the catalyst to an afternoon/evening of sloth.
i had to leave the building, after assuring myself it wasn’t on fire, just to get away from the ear-shattering beeping of it. so, i drove around, assessing the extent of the blackout but couldn’t convince myself to shop or spend money (i blew my wad at the casino the other night).
tomorrow, the car goes in for an oil change at 10 a.m. and then i’ll take it in for emissions testing. if i pass, i’ll go renew my insurance. if i don’t pass, i’ll want to go get drunk or run it off a bridge. i’m really hoping right now… i don’t know what i’ll do if i don’t pass. i really can’t afford any repairs. maybe steve’ll be able to do something to help tweak my exhaust just long enough to fool the sensors. bleh. i need to stop thinking about that. i can’t do anything about it and dwelling will only ruin my sleep.
i’m starting to get nervous about “the date” this saturday. yikes. a date!
i need to go away more often. my comments love the attention.
so far today i’ve: drunk a pot of coffee, done three loads of laundry, washed dishes, showered, taken the garbage out, phoned mom, phoned dad, put oil in car, bought & assembled a new computer chair, shopped at the quay, and drove around most of north vancouver in search of a car wash without a queue.
tomorrow, i’m going to the island to visit mom. i’m taking her a loaf of tino’s foccacio bread, a 2.1gb hard drive and a lindt chocolate bunny. we’re going to go see the re-release of e.t.! i thought it would be a cool thing to do since, twenty years ago, we went to see it in the theatre and neither of us has seen it again since. hopefully, i’ll also be able to talk her into seeing resident evil. there’s just something about milla. mrwar.
if anyone within the sound of my keyboard can point me in the direction of a copy of “chocolate elvis” by tosca, the original — not one of the readily available mixes — i will love you forever and maybe even buy you something pretty.
please?
update: i found it. yay! i did mention that this is the song in the pontiac commercial i’ve been searching for, right? on second thought, i did mention i was searching for a song in the commerical, didn’t i? doesn’t matter now, i’ve finally found it!
thank you nice lady at gm canada! thank you limewire!
*doo-doob doo-doob doo-doob doo-doob*
ironic?
counter-intuitive?
disgusting?
i can’t seem to find the right word to describe the fact that home alone has been playing on A&E every time i’ve turned to it in the last week. i thought it meant “arts & entertainment” not “asinine & effete”.
working out. eating right. getting presents. idiot neighbours. making dates. still not smoking. feeling down. feeling loved. scanning pictures. saving money. racing cars. watching tlc. sleeping lots. hating snow. eating out. emailing boys. working hard.
link to a dave barry article. enjoy!
p.s. and misspell “barry”, too.
the snow has stopped falling, steve fixed my tail-light for free, and i had a big bowl of pasta for dinner.
it took 14 hours, but this day has finally gotten good.
it’s STILL snowing.
it’s snowing, my lips are horribly chapped, and i’m grumpy. that is all.
i just sliced my thumb open for the second time this weekend while attempting to replace the turn signal bulb in my stupid, fucking car. the kicker? i didn’t even get the bulb replaced! the glass broke and the metal base is rusted to the socket. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
not only am i going to have to arm-signal my left turns on the way to work and home tomorrow, i get to worry that something is going to spark from the broken bulb! AAAAHHHH!!!
these are the moments i REALLY miss smoking. *angrily masticates chocolate*
thank goodness andy! is pleased with his new shirt.
i had three messages on my voice mail telling me that i had a package for pickup at purolator. three times they called! at first i was a little annoyed, then i thought more about it. i’d much rather they called three times then didn’t call at all and my package was returned.
what was in the package, you wonder? my copy of need for speed iii: hot pursuit! ever since playing dean’s copy of gran turismo 3, i’ve been aching for a driving game for my playstation. i’m addicted. actually, i think i’ll go play now! *vroom*
every time i think about it i get upset.
i’ve been craving a blueberry muffin for weeks. first, i was crippled, so i couldn’t go get one. second, i was broke, so i couldn’t afford one. third, i forgot i was craving it, so i didn’t think to get one. i finally found myself remembering i was craving one while i was at the grocery store the other night. so i wheeled my squeaky cart to the bakery department and happily bagged the last blueberry muffin to take home with me.
fast forward to my checking the receipt after arriving home and unloading the groceries. i saw the charge for the muffin and suddenly realized i hadn’t taken that white bakery bag out of any of the plastic bags. i went to the kitchen to double-check. no muffin. i went out the to car to see if it had fallen from a bag en route. no muffin. it was too late to go back to the store and demand my muffin. i was sad.
i keep thinking that the sneaky bagger boy stole my muffin, the little shit. if i could remember which pimply-faced thief it was, i’d go back there and kick his scrawny ass into the pavement.
let this be a lesson to you: don’t ever come between a woman and her muffin.
until i go home! when i get there, i’m going to reheat some soup and throw some salad mix in a bowl, then retire to the futon for the rest of the evening. i’m not cooking anything, i’m not cleaning anything, i’m not shopping for anything, i’m not even going to get on the computer for any more than i can help.
i’ve been too busy this week, especially considering the previous week and a half of sloth, and my back is paying the price. it’s all about being horizontal in my universe tonight. i can’t wait.
wow, i can’t believe i almost didn’t notice today was pi day! go forth and celebrate the magic which is pi!
Pi Day Song
Refrain:
Pi day songs
All day long.
Oh, what fun it is,
To sing a jolly pi day song
in a fun math class
like this. (Repeat )
Verse:
Circles in the snow,
Around and round we go.
How far did we have to run?
Diameter times pi! (Refrain )
(to the tune of “Jingle Bells”)
it’s come to my attention that not everyone can touch their toes. actually, it seems that most people can’t touch them. when i ask and they reply in the negative, i bend over to place my palms flat on the floor and they all gape. yesterday, one person watching my demonstration said with awe “you should take yoga!”.
stretching has always been something i’ve been good at. not exceptional, but good. it was probably the only part of required physical education i got an “A” in throughout my school years. if i’m at home, watching tv, it’s not uncommon for me to be on the floor stretching. it feels so good! i get very upset with myself if my mobility is limited by pain or inactivity. i like to be limber.
so, can you touch your toes?
i just had the best full-body shiver. don’t know where it came from but it started at the base of my neck, then rolled down and around my body in a tingling wave. mmm… shivers.
lunch was good, even if they had run out of gai-lan leaving me to order the veggies in black bean sauce instead. well, at least i don’t have to cook tonight! i’m digging the leftovers i’m getting this week.