no chinook for you

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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?

milk? ew, gross

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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!)

touch and go

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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.

birds do it, bees do it

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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!

*boggle*

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freaking nuts

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.

*smooches*

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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.

hump day

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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?

earlier this evening…

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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.

pathetic

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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.

nothing

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this entry box is intimidating this morning and i don’t even have any pictures to show you. sorry.

acronyms

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xml. xsl. xsd. css. wap. wml. asp. jsp. html. xhtml. php. xslt.
yeah, i’ve got another big assignment due this weekend. i’m all about the homework this week.

happy anniversary

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Just as there’s a time frame for withdrawal symptoms from stopping tobacco, there’s a time frame for reaping some great health benefits. Keep these points in mind, especially during the first weeks and months of stopping.
Within:
– twenty minutes your blood pressure, heart rate and temperature in your hands and feet normalize.
– eight hours oxygen and carbon dioxide levels in your blood normalize.
– one day your likelihood of having a heart attack decreases.
– two days your senses of smell and taste improve. Nerve endings start to regrow.
– two weeks to three months your circulation becomes better and your breathing improves. Walking becomes easier.
– one to nine months coughing, sinus congestion, shortness of breath and fatigue decrease. You have more energy.
– one year your excess risk of heart disease is now less than half what it was a year ago.
– five years your risk of cancer of the lung, mouth, throat and esophagus is half that of a pack-a-day smoker.
– ten years your risk of dying from lung cancer is similar to that of a nonsmoker.
– fifteen years you are no more at risk of heart disease than if you’d never smoked.
in the last year i’ve not smoked 2080 cigarettes and saved at least $728. my breathing has markedly improved and my sense of smell is freakishly sensitive. i don’t have that annoying “throat gurgle” anymore. now that i’ve finally reached the one-year mark, i’m ready to proclaim i’m officially a non-smoker again. go me!