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.

i missed mentioning my 1000th greymatter post. oh well. happy 1003rd post!

i can’t seem to get comfortable in my work chair this morning. i’ve adjusted the seat hight, the seat tilt, the arm height, the back angle, none of which has helped at all. this could prove to be today’s undoing if it doesn’t resolve itself.
last night’s dreams were all buffy related. after watching the newest episode earlier in the evening, it must have struck a chord (or stuck, period) because all night i was running around with willow and my back-from-the-dead mother. then i had to leave to save myself from some untold fate, which resulted in a tearful good-bye with much sobbing. how could i forget to mention the evil vampire-ish fellow who followed me around until i agreed to hold his stomach. with my bare hands. after he’d ripped it from his abdomen. yum.
my back’s been a little sore the last day and a bit. washing all the dishes i’d accumulated turned out to be a three-part endeavour because i just couldn’t stand there long enough. at least it’s done now and the kitchen is clean. i tend to wig out if my kitchen isn’t clean for long periods. i also accomplished just enough laundry to have clean jeans and underwear for the rest of the week. i’m hoping that i’m in good enough shape to want to go food shopping on the way home. i really want to make another batch of chicken chili this week, but i can’t unless i buy the ingredients.
today, it took me a long time to get out of bed. i knew i’d have a hard time adjusting to “normal” amounts of sleep after that week and a half of sleeping in and two naps per day; but, i didn’t realize just how hard it would be. *yawn* i’m very glad that i have another week off to look forward to. the last week of march is all about being lazy.
i started a food & exercise journal last night. a couple years back, when i was exercising regularily, eating well and losing weight, i found it kept me honest if i wrote down everything i ate and all the activities i pursued. i’m hoping it will be the same this time around. it’s a pain in the ass to stick to, but i’m determined. it’s all about getting healthy. quitting smoking, eating right & exercise. i’m determined girl!!
in that same vein, i want to thank everyone who left me nice comments the other day in response to my “call me fatso” post. you people don’t listen to instructions, but you’re all very, very sweet.
today, we’re going out for chinese food lunch and i already know what i’m having: gai-lan with rice. mmm. tomorrow, i think we’re going out for thai food lunch. what was that i was saying about eating healthy? *sigh*

i’m happy to be back at work.
i’m happy to be back at work.
i’m happy to be back at work.
i’m happy to be back at work.
i’m happy to be back at work.
i’m happy to be back at work.
i’m hoping that if i say it enough times, i’ll start to believe it.
(btw, 7 responses to my ad so far. weird.)

work flew by, even with that extra hour because i started early. everyone missed me and came by to make sure i knew it (even the president and human resources manager came to welcome me back!). i stopped by the doctor’s office to get the official all-clear. she was pleasantly surprised at how quickly i mended. “you’re a fast healer!” she proclaimed as i showed her how i could touch my toes again. upon arriving home, my mailbox was stuffed with envelopes. my compensation cheque for the seven days off work was in there! i think i could get to like receiving benefits this way! much to my delight, i discovered one of my credit cards has a seventy-dollar credit balance. yay! seventy free bucks i can spend! oh, and my friend jeremy said, after looking at the picture i posted yesterday, that it was “very, very cute”. i’m also going out for chinese food dinner with my dad & step-uncles tonight.
of course, all this good comes with a little bad… while waiting in the little examination room for the doctor, i made the mistake of stepping on the scale. it’s official: i’m fatter than i’ve ever been in my entire life! feel free to load the comments with lots “hey tub-o!”, “lardass” and “fatso” comments. no, i’m not kidding. the theory behind the request is that maybe, if my knowing how horribly obese i am isn’t enough to make me do what i need to do to slim down, having my friends & readers call me names will. i’m just really glad i had a super-healthful veggie lunch today to assuage some of my guilt.
i knew i shouldn’t have eaten those oreos.

i dreamed last night i was in my chemistry class writing a test i was wholly unprepared for because i had been off sick while the material had been covered. also, i had to leave for part of class to visit an ex-mayor who was now living in an old bus he’d bought for one million dollars after he retired. when i came back, the class was filled with people i’d gone to school with and they all wanted to talk to me so i didn’t finish the exam and i almost cried because the teacher wouldn’t give me an extension. bastard teacher.
so, i’m back at work. can i just tell you how much i hate flourescent lights?