Oh, Hello Stranger

I am so tired. And ticked off. But we will discuss ticked off in other news.

Today's headlines! I have only 2 more days of moving hell! Thank god. I got all the last little bits of crap packed up last night. I was impressed that I had only one suitcase of clothes. Normally I would have oh, maybe 2 or 3.

Trying to orchestrate something around people can be really difficult. Especially if things can change in a moments notice. But thus far things have been going more or less smoothly.

My Car is awesome. The Audiophile drove it around for a while and he liked it too. It had been awhile since he had driven a standard, but he did excellently. I have yet to bestow the car with a name, so any of you folks out there who feel so inclined to throw some names into the mix, go for it.

In other News:

Christ. People can be really, really, REALLY...whatever.
I work in a small office. 2 people go to the gym. That is fine. I am left to answer the phones. Its common practice that someone is here in the office for the 45 minutes that the 2 people are gone, so that I am not alone, since anyone and their dog could just come in. Well, now today, the cleaning man is here cleaning. He still has about 20 minutes of work left to do, and I am told twosies are going to the gym. No one else will be here at the office while this relative stranger is here cleaning.

So I said, I don't feel comfortable being left here by myself with him I would appreciate it if you could wait until he is done.

Well, that didn't go over well.
'What, you think he is going to attack you?'
and then get all in a huff.

No, I didn't say that. I said I don't feel comfortable. I don't think that is really unreasonable. So you have to wait 20 minutes. So you might not be able to go to the gym for one day. But it seems that concern for my own safety/comfort is a real huge incovenience. And even further, what about the cleaning dude? I could be a total psycho and make all kinds of accusations (which I stress: I WOULD NEVER DO) but what about him? Surely being left alone with me doesn't make him feel too comfortable.

If you don't feel comfortable for whatever reason, shouldn't you mention it? Shouldn't you be able to voice that and not have interpreted as you being over the top, being ridiculous?

I think of all the men, women and children who all felt uncomfortable about something but never say anything. Sometimes nothing comes of it. Other times, they wish they had said something.

And why didn't they say something? Because they were afraid of being chastised.

And the real ass kicker?
They couldn't even wait until he was done. After 10 minutes I was informed that he was almost done. And then they left. He left 10 minutes later.

Thanks. Glad to see that even when you get the courage to say, hey you know that makes me a little uncomfortable, it falls on deaf ears.

But whatever. Maybe because this person has been coming to the office way longer than I have been working here, they feel that my request is 'odd'. But even still. I don't know. It still ticks me off.

Bah.

Official Day

So, today I paid for the car. Yeah, I know I said I bought it on Friday, and technically I did - I told the dude that I would buy it on Friday, and today was the only good day to get together and pay for it. So for you finicky detailers (which I believe is most of you) I paid for the car today. I bought insurance today. I own a car physically right now. Mine. Yay.

In other news:

Went and saw The Proposition with the Audiophile last night. It's a western written by the eversoamazing Nick Cave. He's friggin' awesome. I highly recommend it. It is certainly intense and in some ways more graphic than I suspected (or rather more graphic than I was willing to admit it would be), and because it is shot in Australia's desert lands during CHRISTMAS, the landscape brings about latent agoraphobia. Oh, and if you don't like to see flies buzzing around peoples eyes all the time, around dead things, around just about everything... don't see this movie. Or do, just expect a lot of flies and subsequent heebee jeebees.

My favourite jeans bit the dust yesterday. A giant hole in the knee. I knew this was coming for a while and have been trying to find replacement pants, without much luck. So yesterday, I decided that I was going to purchase pants even if it were going to kill me. And with the help of The 'Phile, I told myself that it didn't matter what size the pants were, just as long as they fit.

See, I have a lovely figure. I really do. But I am also a lot more 'hippy' (not hippie, although I am that too [funny for a cowgirl...], and I am not PEAR shaped. If you believe that, you are fucked up. I have that 'ratio' or whatever it's called. So, no. No pears here.) than what seems to be the trend. I have an ass, not giant, but substantial white girl ghetto booty. And since this trend of no ass (but a lot of paunch... this is true, and somewhat disturbing to me) and no hips, and with all these 3 inch zipper pants for different (yeah right) body types has come to be, the sizing issue has become, well, an issue.

Example.
I go to Mavi Jeans in Yaletown. I find a lovely pair of jeans. I pick out a 30/32 (what? No 30/30's? What everyone has no hips and are amazons?). I pick a 30 because I know better. I can accept it. Oh, pretty lovely jeans here too, and a different style! But no 30's. Well let's try a 29. I mean that is what I normally wear, so why not.

Into the change room I go. Voila. The 29/32's? They finally get themselves around and part way over my ass, and the button and the 'eye' are so far apart that they need to make long distant phone calls to each other, my ass crack plus 80% of my knickers are hanging out; I don't even need to bend over to give the ol' peek of the slot; but gosh, they do have nice lines if you squint real hard.

Second pair. Now my lovely pair of Mavis you are the 30/30's. I pull you up and over my ass appendage. The button and the eye meet nicely for tea. Zip up and wow. These are quite nice. But a little baggy in the upper thigh. And they make me look like I have a penis. Well, sort of. It looks like I have a hard on. Then I adjust them and they don't seem to be too bad. The 'Phile meanwhile wants to see. So I come out in the penis pants and have the slot machine ones in my hand. I show him the zipper on the slots and he starts to laugh. 'I guess these ones didn't work, hey?' he said to me. Precisely. I instruct however, that I would like to try on these same slot machine pants but in a *gasp* 31. I knew the 30's would just make me need to go to the 31's so why not just jump right into it.

Third Pair, sister to the First. I try them on. Gasp. They fit. I come out. I feel pretty, but weird. I hear this woman crowing about how she could fit into a 32. I look over. She's about 4 sizes too big. She tried on about a dozen pairs of pants and none of them fit her. She was so hell bent on finding a 32 that fit her, when clearly that was never going to happen, at least not today. Then I felt bad. I wish that numbers didn't mean anything. I wish that we didn't allow the size to determine whether or not we were beautiful. So I turn to the mirror and I like what I see. 'Fuck it. I don't even care, I'll cut the tags out if I have to.'

The 'Phile thinks the bottoms of the Third Pair are too wide. I look. I agree. Then he spots a similar pair like the ones I've got on and says try these on. They have a narrower leg. So I grab the 31's and run off into the change room.

I pull the 31's off. Pull up the Fourth Pair. Different style. Different...holy shit! I do them up and turn around.

The waist was so large that they exposed the same amount of ass as the first ones. This is fucked up. I run out to find a 30. None. 29? I sigh. Okay. Maybe. Sure. Run back. Try them on...

YAY! They fit, they look awesome but wait a minute. I try on 5 pairs of pants. All of them different sizes. Similiar styles, and yet a difference between 3 inches? This basically has instilled in me that size DOES NOT MATTER. In one day I was 3 different sizes. In the same store. WTF.

I bought them, and they are nice.

Um...

So, I uh... just...um...

Bought a car.
Just now.
It's a Pontiac.
...

I guess I want to be more like Dave than I realized.
...

HOLY SHIT I BOUGHT A CAR!

In other News:

I bought a car. I don't know if I mentioned that or not.

I have concluded that my neighbours either have changed or she's just become more *active*. My god. More bloody entertaining than the shite that is on television. And OMG. What the hell is this reality TV show 'So You Think You Can Dance?' What the FUCK is that? What a waste of camera equipment and electricity. And yet some how deadly enthralling, like a train wreck. Good God.
(edit: HOLY SHIT this has already had a season? WTF???!!! [Yeah, I went on the website to check it out, yeah I read the shit, yeah that is how I discovered it's in its second season, yeah I am pathetic...but I am so boooored...*whimper*])

I haven't had a cigarette in 5 days. It's not that I smoked LOADS before, but I like to have the few cigarettes. But it was getting too expensive to have smokes go stale, smoking at all, and perhaps maybe the cost of having lung transplants in the future... got to think of the ROI and really, there isn't any.
Not to say that I won't have one again ever, there's always the possibility, but I am slowly just figuring out ways to not need one. Like Yoga, drinking water, meditation, and buying things like cars that are white, 4 door, 1988 pointacs with a manual transmission.

BTW, did I mention I bought a car today?

I HAUL, U HAUL, let's all haul tooogeeether....

I have secured moving vehicle.
This is very exciting to me for 2 reasons.
One: I am moving
Two: Holy shit that was the last van left.

I have a tendancy (tendency? way?) of leaving things to the last minute. This time 'round though it has been noted (thank you DC) that I have given the information about my new numbers, addresses and the such sooner than 1 day before the end of the month. In fact it isn't to often that I know where I am going to be living next before the 30th of the month I am due to move out of the place I live in... very weird. And so? I have done good.

I have just about everything done now.

It's boring here at work. You can usually tell if it is by when I post. If I post twice in a day? Oh God, the tedium...

The Tralfamadorians are coming to visit tonight!

So, I looked at my midterm a little more closely. Looks like if I got the first part right (geeze and I thought I did), I would have done considerably well. Oh Well.
The lesson learned here is not to do a months worth of work in a day. You will fuck up and subesquently fail. Or at least get fired or something.

I was sadly disappointed by the fact that I didn't get to watch the Daily Show last night. So sad. Everything else that is on is pure shite. Save Seinfeld. Thank god for Seinfeld.

Not really much in the news folks:

I seem to attract the worst kinds of people on the bus. Why the hell do random strangers want to strike up conversations with me? Hello? I don't want to speak with you I am READING. I don't know you and you are a scary man, please just don't talk to me anymore.

Or you get the dudes who make a bunch of obnoxious noises just outside of your periphial, perifial? Side view? side view thing so that when you turn around to look at what the hell is making all the racket BINGO you've invited them to have a conversation with you. It's really fucking annoying.

My neighbours to the (lets see... face north and they are...) right of my space I think were having some sort of orgy or something. Or more like rough housing that turned into an orgy. Or they were watching porn. I don't really know. It was loud and the dude said some choice words like sac whore or something. Nice. 'Hey sweets. You're my bestest sacwhore. But not you, you're a sachog.'

I came home yesterday and discovered a new medicine cabinet had been installed. This I knew was going to happen, I did not however, expect it to be GINORMOUS. or how ever you spell that word.

The thing is massive. I am actually a little jealous. I had a shite crap ass tiny thing for a medicine cabinet and now just as I am moving out I get to look at (not use, because that would be counterproductive) a really nice fancy fuckin' medicine cabinet. Oh, and they replaced the light fixtures too. So its real purdy now. Nice. Thanks.

One small vindication? It's all off centre. Bwhaha.

so it goes...

Sigh.
Someone I know over the blog-internet world is going to London in a few months. I am jealous. Enoughly jealous to write about it. Bah.

So I got my midterm marks back. Well I suck. I didn't fail, but I didn't do all that great either. I got 68%. I looked at it and found out that I really didn't do anything wrong in application, I just got some numbers entered in wrong. Well, actually that isn't good because accuracy is of the highest priority in accounting, next to being conservative. Bah.

But to feel good about myself, I need 65% to pass and overall, so far, I am at 80%. So, really that's pretty good. And also? I never study. Maybe I should start. Bah.

In other News:

I have started reading Kurt Vonnegut's 'Slaughterhouse-Five' that was given to me by The Audiophile. He bought it for me EONS ago and so feeling bad about by passing it for the crap ass novel known as 'The DaVinci Code' (which was interesting in parts, CRAP in others), I have thrown myself fully into it. Of course I still have the remaining 75 pages of Ayn Rand's 'Atlas Shrugged' to read, but it'll get done. I think I did well, but then I lost steam after awhile. It's a lot to read folks.

Well? Perhaps I am biased, but I absolutely adore this book. So far I think it is the funniest shit I have read in a long time. Mr. Vonnegut, you write how I think. I fuckin' love it. I mean, Billy Pilgrim thinks he was abducted by aliens whose eyeballs are held by little green hands attached to stems coming out of their heads? Parallel time universe things? Lots of things die? Or so it goes?

I suspect Gary Larson (of Far Side fame) was gently influenced by Mr. Vonnegut's accurate description of little green men. See what I mean?

In any event, I haven't finished the book (I'm on page 75 as of this morning), but I trust that it will be a fabulous read all the rest of the way.

I heard the sound of smashing glass this early AM. I wasn't sure what that was all about, and to be perfectly frank - I wasn't about to go and find out. There has been in the last little while more domestics and crashing and banging around the apartment building I live in. I am becoming much more accustomed to the idea of moving. And moving far. How is it that I live near such psychos? Last night my neighbour had a hockey party and at about 11 o'clock soemone fell through something that sounded oddly like the rails of her balcony. Or fell through it. Something big fell and something broke. Loudly.

My trip to IKEA is emminent. Immenent? Coming soon? Yes. Coming soon.
I am greatly excited.
Yay.

7 more sleeps before I move...

Bored... MEME!

Stolen from The Teacher, who in turn, stole from Rockstar Mommy.

I AM: a 5 foot 3 inch woman who sits on a giant red ball at work, Monday through Friday.

I SAID: F**K! when I realized I left my tomatoes and carrots at The 'Philes house this AM.

I WANT: To understand better when I am spoken to, so that I can be understood when responding.

I WISH: That I was already moved.

I HATE: The fact that I have the intellectual capacity to understand a situation but am too emotional to engage said intellectual capacity.

I MISS: That feeling you get when time seems to stand still.

I FEAR: That when the time comes, I won't want to go.

I HEAR: The technological whirr of my PC, and the murmuring voices of those on the other side of the walls, and the clicky clacky of my typing.

I WONDER: If I will ever become a yoga instructor.

I REGRET: Allowing myself to con myself into believing that I needed certain things in order to be a complete individual.

I AM NOT: Under that con anymore.

I DANCE: apparently in the shower. I am just trying to get wet you know.

I SING: ALL THE TIME ('specially in the shower).

I AM NOT ALWAYS: Right.

I MADE: A 'one of a kind' necklace once that sold for 150 dollars.

I WRITE: On 'while you where out' pink slips - random notes to myself and to the other selfs.

I CONFUSE: Easily, then try to cover it up by confusing them. It rarely works.

I NEED: Just to lean sometimes.

I SHOULD: Stop doing this and actually work, but then, I don't have any work so this is good for now.

I START: getting fidgety if I spend too much time in bed awake in the AM.

I FINISH: Tasks and goals. I used to not do that, but I think I am evolving.

I BELIEVE: that I am here for a reason, and that I am accomplishing said reason.

I KNOW: That I am a good, healthy person who's just trying to make it through this big bad crazy world we live in.

I CAN: do just about anything I put my mind to.

I CAN’T: Always agree with what you say, but I will at least listen and hear to what you say.

I SEE: Myself teaching yoga.

I BLOG: As often as I can.

I READ: Books that make me think. Books that make me feel.

I AM AROUSED BY: Great conversation and good giggles.

IT PISSES ME OFF: When I have to accept defeat in an argument. But I get over it (usually).

I FIND: Money in my pockets all the time.

I LIKE: Waking up and finding that I have lots of time before I need to get up out of bed.

I LOVE: it when things come together in the most unlikely way, so much that when you look back it's almost like you would have never imagined it to be.

I hate Mondays... wait a minute.

I already miss the long weekend.

Saw The DaVinci Code with The Audiophile. Was okay. Just finished the book too, and so it was still fresh and there were somethings that were left out, and somethings they added (whaa?) and well, I have to say it wasn't the most thrilling movie, but it's like one of those things you HAVE to see, just so you can talk pretentiously about it in Arty Coffee Houses - about the acting, the directing, the cinematography, the Code itself, Art, Religion, Social Sciences... blah blah blah. What fun. (Seriously. I dig it. Pretention. All. Right. Here.)

So continuing on to what I now realize is an Art theme for the weekend, The 'Phile and I went to the Emily Carr Graduation Exhibition - and some of it was um, well - you know - *not very good*. I say that in the most honest and well, kind (?) of ways - and if you are an artist well then you should already know that not everyone is going to like your art. Not everyone likes mine, and since I can't handle that? I do accounting instead.

In other News:

I am still waiting for the results of my midterm.

The Teacher has changed her formatting. It confused me greatly. But now I am over it.

Moving has become a little more of a juggling act. Apparently I need to be out of my place by 1 o'clock in the afternoon of the 31st. All the other places I have ever lived at it is Midnight. In fact, I have been told that the law states I have until midnight of the last day that I paid up to - to move out of my place. But no, that would make life easy if it were to be as simple as that now wouldn't it.

So, I am thankful I hadn't reserved anything for the 31st, especially after 1pm, which is what I had thought of doing that very day I found out no, you can't Gwynabella. No.

There will be much rejoicing when all this moving crap is over. I so take back the "I think moving is FUN!" Obviously I was intoxicated and should have been slapped. SHOULD HAVE, not should BE. I am certainly making up for stupid comment #82837498790101 and punishment needs NOT to continue any further. Please.

Today, is a good day.

Normally I don't post on the weekend. But today is a VERY momentous day for me.

Exactly one year ago today, I had decided that I needed to take action with my life. I had, over the few months preceeding this day, gained increasing clarity - realizing that I didn't have to be in the position that I was in, a position of misery and an utter sense of fear and defeat - wondering if it would ever subside, would it ever change - slowly losing my self worth and becoming complacent because I believed I didn't have the power or the strength to change things.

Then, one year ago today, I found that strength, got up and walked away.

I have had the most harried, amazing, intense, confusing, derranged, *drunken*, and totally rehabilitating year. I - when I made my decision one year ago to leave my life as I knew it - still had a lot to learn. I still do. I am a terribly passionate person - and I am learning to embrace that. I am sensitive, and I have learned to nurture it. I have come to grow into someone who has dreams for herself, and I am slowly becoming less afraid or feels she needs permission to chase after them.

I have, in this past year met amazing people. Rekindled with equally amazing people. I have seen and done amazing things.

I am grateful for those who taught me lessons and gave me direction in learning, growing. I am grateful for those who stood by me, never judging. I am grateful to have beautiful people surround me and remind me gently that it is okay to make mistakes, and that I should never be ashamed of who I am.

And last but not least, I am greatful to myself. I found the strength that allowed me to move forward. Allowed me to be where I am today.

And today, is a good day.

*FARK!*

That was the word that flew out of my mouth just after I slammed my finger in between the frame of the window and the wall frame part. Needless to say, the middle finger is a well used *ow* finger. And mine has a nice black line down the middle of it.

And of course? Because I am so overly proud and 'manly' I decide that I couldn't possibly continue screaming what with the window wide open and all the other folkses windows wide open, so I run out of the bed room into the living room to wail like the baby that I am. Well, of course I would have the living room balcony (and subsequently the only window) door wide open, and the curtains thrown wide open, so for me to continue cursing at a decibel that would put a Wagnerian Valkarie to shame would not bode well... I scurry into the kitchen which is out of view of all windows. What do you think the first thing came to mind with regards to remedying the INTENSE pain that my finger was now suffering from?

Rye.

Not ice, not water, not even hopping up and down, just Rye. But of course I didn't follow through with that, come on. I am NOT an alcoholic.

I had a Rye after I dug the ice out, got water on it and hopped up and down.

The pain subsided rather quickly.

In other News:

I finally got all the clothes I don't wear anymore into a bag so that I can give them to charity. I was RUTHLESS. Clothes that I haven't worn in eons, and couldn't see myself wearing anytime soon were tossed into the bag. Clothes that I was like, oh maybe if I lose a few they would fit - GONE. Yet another part of the moving process out of the way. I am SO going to win Moving Day.

I totally forgot that I have yet one more quiz which is due on Wednesday. I haven't read the book yet and so, I have to spend tonight (part of the punishment you see) studying. Of course this will be peppered by information exchanges on MSN... but needless to say, I need to study for this test, so that I can start studying for the final exam. What a shit load of info I've got to absorb. What a lack of the shit load of *time* I have to do it.

Speaking of time and filling it with non-study related events, I should be going to Emily Carr's Graduate Exhibition for 2006 on either Sunday or Monday, and I am actually quite looking forward to it. Although I fear it will make me want to purchase copious amounts of pictures.

I am continously oogling the IKEA website looking, trolling for lovely objects to put into my new home. I (unfortunately?) have got it into my head that I need to have all sorts of new things. This culling of the impracticality is proving difficult, and I am currently in the process of talking myself into 'Yes Gwynabella, you need new cutlery and dishes. Of COURSE you need brandy glasses and red wine glasses. YES you NEED to purchase rugs, vases, jugs, placemats, knick knacks, paddy wacks...'

Someone. Help. Me.

New Home = Oh, Christ - I have to do WHAT now?

So. It continues. I have successfully given furniture that I owned to The Audiophile, so that he can have furniture that isn't someone elses. That DOES make sense, really (he lives in a furnished apartment, but needed different, more better furniture - and I provided. Because I rule). So he got the dining room table, some end tables (I have lots of those) and a coffee table. I moved some boxes into his closet so that I have less to move on the big day.

I just got off the phone with Shaw. I have decided to try out their digital phone service. I haven't really heard anything about it, I am sure there are people who love it, and people who HATE it. But my reasoning? I hate Telus, and I want everything on one bill. Simple as that.

So, of course because I am MOVING I have to get a new friggin' number. Which is fine, 'cept this one starts with that dreaded 778 prefixareacode crap ass shite. Actually its not the number's fault it sucks, it just is *new* and *unfamiliar* even though virtually half the people I know have a 778 prefix. But still. Meh. I don't wanna play 778.

Oh, and because this place comes with an alarm, I have to find out what the carrier is - because I don't know. I felt like a tool when she asked:
'does it have an alarm?'
Me: Yup
Her: What's the carrier?
Me: Carrier?
Her: You know, the people who provide the service.
Me: Huh? Oh, you know? I don't really know.

This followed a similiar question of 'how many jacks are there in the apartment?'

...
...

I don't know.

Oh well. It should all work out in the end. May have to iron out some kinks, but it's not like I've never moved before or something. In fact... how many times in my adult life have I moved? And I mean pack up and move stuff... even for the shortest of times...

*cue flash back music*
*cue wavy flash back effect*

I moved out of my parents basement when I was 18 and moved to 'REZ' up at SFU.
From Rez, I moved to a place that was located just behind Lougheed Mall.
Then I moved to Norwich, England (I stayed at my parents house for a month before I left).
I moved from Norwich to Wells Next The Sea (yeah, they forgot the 'to').
From Wells to Norwich again but at a different location.
From Norwich part 2 to London (SOHO..sohoohoo much the pole dancing district).
From London to Norwich YET AGAIN (part 3 - great series).
From Norwich to Vancouver (hello Home!).
From my parents house to a house in Burnaby.
From the house in Burnaby to my parents new house.
From my parents house to the apartment I rented in Burnaby.
From the apartment in Burnaby to a house I rented with a friend in East Vancouver.
From East Vancouver to North Vancouver.
From North Vancouver to Burnaby (my WASBAND's place [thanks IRENE!].
From Wasband's place to the apartment I purchased with The Wasband in Coquitlam.
From Coquitlam to an apartment in North Vancouver.
From North Vancouver to another part of North Vancouver (that was Mr. Fort St. John's place...).
From North Vancouver to... gasp... MEXICO... for all of 1 day. OMG I so have to tell that story soon...
And back then from MEXICO to North Vancouver, and now...
To Vancouver I move on June 1st.

I don't know how many that is, my eyes kind of give out at around 9.

In other news:

Last night we did not end up at the Rasputin. T'was a bit of a let down since the sign said they were open until 11 and we got there at 9:30, but the kitchen was already closed. Although, we didn't really hold it against the person at the door, he basically said he would love to have us come in, but the kitchen was closed down early - it was a slow night. Fair enough. Not to say though that we weren't disappointed, we were looking forward to eating there. So, we're going to go there after I have moved.

So, we ended up at this place called The Public Lounge on Main St. I secretly kept giggling to myself because the word PUBLIC reminds me of this cover sheet that came with some financial statements at work. The accountant's name and organization is usually on this cover. Well, see - this lovely accountant didn't know how to spell very well (which happens to us all really) - but I don't think they are PUBIC ACCUNTANTS, maybe public accountants?

I kid you not. I would show it to you, but that would be a breach of company trust.

But anyway, The Public Lounge *snicker*, had on their menu 'mini burgers' which were pretty fantastic, a lamb one, a turkey one and a tuna one. So tasty. We also had wings (why not?) and those were good, they like, glazed them in maple syrup. So the food was good, since I haven't had mini burgers before and wings, well that's up there with sushi. Simple.

But the wine? OMG I think I found a new friend (sorry sangria... I still love you, its just well, your getting a little old... you know how it is. It's not you, it's me!) and the wine is called:
Mission Hill Pinot Grigio

Buy it, drink it. Eat chocolate then drink it... tastes like grapefruits *fruity!*

Music to drink by?!!!?
Bonnie "Prince" Billy Sings: Greatest Palace Music

Number nine-tee-nine...

This is my 99th post. Bravo to me, and a clear example that I have way too much free time at work.

I have successfully packed up all the 'knick knacks', books, CDs and paper (yes, I kept some of the paper...) neatly into 11 boxes. Well actually, 7 boxes and 4 tubs (y'know, like IKEA tubs.. yeah, yeah I love the IKEA...) and it turned out to be a one and a half part series, not a two parter. I even emptied the cupboards of the food, which wasn't difficult since I have very little in my cupboards...

SIDE NOTE:
Yeah, I have this issue with food? I can cook, right, but I find that food bores me. I am actually bored by it. Even eating out, I find it boring, predictable. Even good food, I find it... boring. The act of eating - not the company, NEVER the company...
I find eating too tiresome and most things I eat really upset my stomach. I like simplicity, so I eat a lot of sushi. Of course, I can't make sushi and am deathly afraid of handling and preparing raw fish without adequate training and eating out all the time is cost prohibitive. I love barbeques - nothing tastes better than the flesh of another animal cooked over fire (to quote The Audiophile), but I live in places that don't allow for me to bbq and I like vegetables, but I always end up with more than I need and then it goes off. Rice. Rice is nice, but its such a bloody production. Or at least I seem to make it so.
END SIDE NOTE.

So I finished up the kitchen save the dishes, and I have to pack the bathroom stuff, my clothes and move the furniture. I will have to take apart some of the furniture but that shouldn't be too difficult. It's the putting back together that is always the fun part, especially when you are completely exhausted from the move... 'Where the *beep* is the *beep*ing piece of *beep**beep**beep* that keeps this *beep*ing thing to *beep*ing gether!!!?'

In other news:

I am STILL waiting for my results on my midterm... What? It's been like a week. It's not like the markers have a bazillion people from all across the country handing in tests and each persons report was over 20 pages long... come on! I don't wanna wait no more! *pout*

Finished reading the Da Vinci Code. Was alright, I enjoyed it and found it entertaining. A little predictable, but I wonder if that is due to the fact that I've probably heard more about it that I should have... No, I think it was primarily predictable. I must admit though that the research is interesting, too bad the source was found to be a hoax. Or was it? *dundun duuuuuuun*

So after bitching about food, looks like I am being taken out for dinner to Rasputin's. I look forward to being served flesh on a sword (I believe this is the place... if not, I will be swordly disappointed... that was SO for The Teacher). We were supposed to go the the Emily Carr Graduates Exhibition, but it's closed after 6pm - and I have still yet to tell The 'Phile (he was sure it was open until 11pm) and I am going to suggest maybe a movie instead. Since my life is so thrilling, I will keep you abreast of the evening, tomorrow... coz I know you are dying to know.

I have discovered recently that if you google Gwynabella, you will find her (ME!) and only me. The search engine asks if you are searching for Ginabella, and although I am sure she is a lovely person, NO - I didn't misspell it thankyouverymuch.

I have an incredible urge to spend money on Shoes and Yoga Clothing. I haven't quite figured out why, but I suppose it is better than Glue and Popsicle Sticks (although I did make a birdhouse for my dad one christmas out of glue and popsicle sticks...).

I am still on the search for a bed, mattress and mattress pad. IKEA seems to be yielding good results on this search. I also have discovered that I will need a filing cabinet and a shredder. Where I will put all this, I have no idea... But vertical space seems to be the way to go - except for one *ahem* tiny *ahem* detail: I am 5'3" - if I am lucky. Shit.

I forsee (foresee? 4see? 4c? ah...) I foresee a step ladder in my future...

OMG...OMG...OMG!!!

Yeah, something about God, and Oh, My! (NO, not the lube...)

I got my contract yesterday with regards to my *new* and second job. OMG. So stoked. It looks like I might be able to dig myself out of financial hell...
and with that...
HELLO NEW FURNITURE!
OMG.

So, see... I got separated about a year ago and when I left, I left all the furniture to The Husband. Save like, um some cutlery, vases and bookcases which I later sold to go to Mexico and Thailand, which ACTUALLY never happened, and never I really talked about... maybe someday I'll fill you all in... But anyway... I had over time collected this strange eclectic array of furniture. I have this chair that is PURPLE brocade and is a recliner but looks kind of like a throne? I bought it for 12 dollars. And these matching chairs that look like over padded dental office-waiting area chairs... 4 dollars each. A gate leg table thats like 7 feet long when FULLY EXTENDED (it certainly does not have any size complexes) and 2 wonky wooden kitchen chairs for 57 dollars total. I then came into a futon couch from IKEA which I fully paid back (aprox. 150 dollars), and some end tables, a coffee table and a bed donated by friends and family. Book cases too, since I sold mine. Then when I started working I bought myself this massive futon couch and so it came to be, the furniture of Gwynabella, which when laid out specifically - can look quite nice. Uh, sort of.

SO! Now, I have this new, second job and I am DETERMINED to get new furniture. Of course The Audiophile is very concerned as he has a firm grasp on my shopping techniques and habits - and has advised to proceed with CAUTION.

IKEA and I have become close buddies, sharing design ideas and furniture choices for my new apartment... OMG.

But this I have decided that I will definitely be purchasing:
BED FRAME
MATTRESS
MATTRESS PAD
DINING TABLE OF SOME SORT.

Maybe a chair? Maybe a coffee table? But see, I live real close to some nice 'antique' shops on Main St. so I might check them out too... but damn it, I am actually going to have some new furniture - even if it kills me.

I don't want to fall into the IKEA trap though. I think that they have some neat-o looking furniture, but not necessarily the most top notch quality. But I am certainly not purchasing stuff from SEARS or any major department store, I can't afford that shit. Is it me, or is good furniture kind of hard to find, unless you are willing to spend an arm and a leg? And even then some of the more pricey stuff isn't really all that great? Weird folks, just weird.

In other news:

Mister MOVING LIFE FORWARD? That was me that deleted the comment, I posted it twice somehow... sorry 'bout that - got a little frantic thinking about the pot bellied banana hammock wearers.

Looks like Hammock may be the word of the day?

I have packed up way more boxes than I really wanted to. I tried giving myself a quota of boxes. 10 boxes. No more. But somehow I have arrived at 12. But 4 of these boxes are tubs that I had previously. And they were full. But not anymore. Packing? Blows. Packing within a limit and desperately trying not to go over it? REALLY BLOWS. But it does give you that incentive to throw out that stuff you look at and go: Aw, but this tiny slip of paper, empty pack of gum and oodles of doodled paper was from (insert warm fuzzy memory here). Whatever man, get rid of it (EXCEPT letters RECEIVED [not half written and never sent], doodles that are COMPLETED and Concert ticket stubs. I keep those.). I dumped a lot of 'warm fuzzy' papers, wrappers, boxes, you name it. It's hard, but geeze, if the memory is important, call the dude (or dudette?) up and remember together. Unless of course you hate each other now - at which point then I ask: WHY DO YOU STILL HAVE IT? THROW THAT SHIT OUT!

-as you can probably tell, I have come across such things. *CHUCK*

Tonight: Part 2 of the packing. Hopefully this is only a 2 parter.

Music to Pack BY??!!!?
Shit, I packed it all...
oh!

It's Monday.

Today, the news in the universe of Gwynabella...

I have paid the deposit for le fabulous apartment. The sign has been taken down and it is mine. MINE!

I took The Audiophile down to it to show him. It's nice and close to him, not too close (it's a good walk, short drive/bike ride) but certainly closer than where I currently reside. He liked it, and especially liked the fact that people can't climb into my windows. I roll my eyes, but I know he does it because he cares. The thing about The Audiophile is that he is very vocal about my safety, but god forbid if I am ever vocal about his. He gets all whiny and complains about it. It aggrivates me, but I can't stay mad because he looks at me in this certain way that completely disarms me. Jerk.

In other News:
It's Monday, and I think they suck.

I will be starting my packing ritual this week, and need to claim a truck to move all this shite that I own. I also will be doing a massive spring cleaning and ridding myself of the shit that I don't need. Should prove interesting.

I am looking to purchase a new bed frame and a book case in the near future (like on the 31st of May or something.)

Last night we went out for a bite to eat and it made me SICK! SO SICK! I don't know if it was the food, or if it was a combination of my inability to digest things efficiently and the heat, but damn, I still feel sick and totally dehydrated. UGH. The Audiophile was HOPING for an evening of just relaxing to himself, however it seemed that my body (NOT ME) was not having any of it and demanded much attention, and subsequently and with not so much but some begrudging-ness, it was announced that I would stay yet another night chez the 'Phile.

I had a shitty sleep, shitty dreams and really? I just feel shitty.

Home again, Home again, Giggidigig!

I have found home.
Home has found me.
I repeat, I HAVE FOUND HOME!

Ladies and Gentlemen, I have found a new apartment.

It is not a crack den.
It is not a brothel (or at least not now).
It is not a delapitated, falling down "Character = Condemned" building.

It IS an 83 year old registered heritage building (so, TRUE CHARACTER).
It IS above the ground.
It faces the courtyard, so no traffic noises.
It DOES have HARDWOOD floors, 9' ceilings, sash windows, AN ALARM (no entre-vous etrangers!), 2 walk in closets, a wee kitchen, a mantle and "fire place", arched doorways, and the hallways have ORIGINAL stainglass windows.
It has a turn key bell at my door - so when you come to my door, give it a whirl and 'a-ring-a-ding-ding'!
It has a Window in the Kitchen (oh my god. Window in Kitchen).
The bathroom is of NORMAL SIZE!
You can do a complete lap from Entryway, livingroom, into kitchen, oh - go into a wee hall and there's the bedroom... BUT WAIT..I have to pee, so go down the hall - there's the bathroom, oh.. I need to go make sure that the door is locked so I will continue down this wee hallway aaaaaaand... hello entryway. Hello Living room!
It IS within my price range.

It IS - so beautiful and I am so happy.

Will it ever end? Will I EVER GET THERE?

So, yesterday? I walked for 2.5 hours from Commercial and Broadway ALL the way down East 7th and up to West 23rd, all the way down to Cambie, and back again across Main Street back towards St. George St; up-down, up-down... all in search of an apartment that didn't look like:

A crack den
A brothel
A soontobetorndown-justwaitingforthebigone-it'scheaper shack (also known as a "CHARACTER HOME")
A garbage can and/or recycling depot

AAAAND...
I found potentially....
one.

Yup. ONE.
Hopefully this works out. I'm supposed to see it today after 7, but we all know what happened last time when they (they being the landlords of ANY place) said 'call back'... if not, go here. That is all I am going to say about it. Just keep the apartment hunting vibes coming, its EXACTLY where I want it to be, EXACTLY what I think I need and EXACTLY what I am willing to pay (this based on description... seeing it could be a whole different story).

In other news:

I have discovered that people are selling G-Mail Accounts on Ebay. That's just fucked up.

I have also discovered that I really dislike it when people WALK SLOW because of the following:
Reading while walking (and I mean literature folks, not directions) - so much that you walk at a pace that innanimate objects can beat.
Put things away in your: Purse, backpack, dufflebag, hockeybag, etc.
Weave side to side when your objective is NOT to pass.

Is it completely logical, IS IT... when you are amidst a LARGE CROWD OF PEOPLE?

And I am not talking about walking slow like 'oh I am taking my time and being zen slow' and those people usually have the good sense to not be in the middle of a crowd, they move to the side(because they are CONSIDERATE), I am talking about those who are so slow I can see time pass by in its tangible form...

What ever happened to the "pulling over" to put stuff away? What ever happened to "Just wait until you are somewhere safe to be reading?" Walk while you read?!? What is that?...
And what ever happened to being aware of the bodies around you? Are we so numb and sensory overloaded that we don't even have the natural ability to sense where people are around us anymore?

Some woman told this guy to move out of her way so she could hold on to the bar he was leaning on - UM YOU WERE SITTING DOWN, LADY, and we are like, 3 blocks away from the stop. What, you NEEDED to have that one sided chat with the disinterested busdriver whilst you 'claim' the poles on either side of the corridor - and make poor buddy franitcally grasp at any sturdy thing so he doesn't fall down... so you can be FIRST off the bus - when we ALL HAVE TO GET OFF THE BUS... and then have the odacity to WALK SLOW?!??!!!?

*pant - pant* It was a hectic bus ride this morning. And I wasn't feeling particulary Zen. I'm just tired and cranky. If you walk slow, sorry?

Music to walk fast, and not want to kill fellow man by?!!?!

Today - Galaxie 500
Especially track number 3

Parking Lot

Sitting on a subway train and
Watching all the people lose their senses
Hiding in a parking lot and
Watching all the people fall to pieces
I don't mind
I think it's fine

Weehaw.

So. The midterm is done. Now that I have had some sleep (about 4.5 hours [which isn't too bad considering I have functioned with considerably less]), I can actually write something worth reading (of course that was a HUGE assumption...?).

So, the journey of this midterm was not unlike a giant ultra iron man fitness torture thing for the brain, oh. MY. God. And because I KNOW you folks are DESPERATE to know the details...
read on.

So, here I am, informed 4 weeks ago about this midterm... getting all sorts little friendly reminders as I ignore blatantly the required readings for the petite quizzes - and subsequently ignoring the grande reminders for the midterm...

Then I decide that I don't want to live in the North of Vancouver - and give notice. Oh. Nice.

Then I decide that I need to actually get a second job, so that I can afford a fabulous place in the Nice part of the East of Vancouver, or perhaps the Side that faces West (of Vancouver [yes I could call them all the names that they actually are, but this is way more fun, and I have had lots of coffee, OK? {and the Teacher has REALLY got me into nesting brackets, I mean - check this out}]).

Then its the first week of May. Ah, I've got ten days! I am going to spend the time looking for a new apartment that I certainly wouldn't be able to put a deposit on, since I HAVE no MONEY to deposit it with, er... you get what I mean.

Days pass by... oh, you have to move and need help moving?... of course I will help you (this is actually something that was important to me. The Audiophile was moving, and because I like him super lots, I would skip midterms for him in a second, but don't tell him that, he would get mad...[Gwynabella, your work is IMPORTANT... do your homework! {he's so good about that...lol(what bracket do you use when you run out of brackets? this one?)}])...

Days pass by... oh, you are leaving town, random person? Sure I will celebrate and not do my homework. I have 7 days! What you're celebrating some random thing too? SURE, lets go out and celebrate this random thing... I have 6 days! No problem...

Days pass by yet again... what you mean you want to go out AGAIN? Sure why not, I may never see you again person I just met and think is really cool... I've got... 5 DAYS? SHIT! (send email to boss: Will not be in on FRIDAY... must do midterm... there goes a good lump sum of money...)!!!

So Friday comes. I get up at 8:30am. Do Yoga. I am super psyched about this midterm... I am ready to eat this bitch for breakfast, lunch and dinner! But I should be done by dinner...
9:30am - START!
2 o'clock PM rolls 'round. I am still on question 2 of 8.
5 o'clock PM rolls 'round. I am not quite finished question 2 - of 8 (of 8, people. EIGHT.)
7 o'clock PM rolls 'round. Thank god, I am finally on question 3.
10 o'clock PM rolls 'round. Hmm... I am STILL on question 3... and I am not balancing.
12 o'clock AM rolls 'round. Fuck this balancing shit, I am having a drink.

Oh, god. I spent 15 hours on 3 questions. I *just* realized that I thought it was 13 hours. I guess I thought wrong... damn... that WAS a long day.

I go to work on Saturday. My first day. I learn a whole bunch of stuff. Funny, my midterm seems to apply...

Sunday! We are invited out for dinner! A dinner (yet again) to celebrate a person leaving! How many dinners does a person need to celebrate their leaving!? This is ridiculous! And this Dinner we HAD, we had no idea was going to be so expensive! This place? NOT CHEAP! YAY us and our STUPIDITY, and the lack of INFORMATION!!!! Fairly Ticked OFF and TIRED and now extremely POOR!!! woohoo! Looks like I would have had enough money to pay a deposit in the first place!!! SO SAD NOW!!! WOO FUCKIN' HOO!

Phone in to work on Monday. I am taking the day off to finish my midterm. Wow, this whole day that I am going to miss? Would have paid for dinner last night. Barely.

Start at 10 o'clock AM. Question Number 3.
BALANCED! AT 2 o'clock PM! 3 hours! Stupid adding error! That was it! Arrgh!

On to question number 4.
Adjust, adjust, adjust... oh god, I am not balancing...
5 o'clock... oh! I put credits in the debit column. What a tool.

Question number 5... shit. I have to go. It's 7 o'clock PM and I have to go across town.

Tuesday: YAY I go to work today. I have had 4 days off from here and I don't think I even noticed... 8:30 am... working hard at hardly working... oh god the boredom..oh god I should be working on my midterm... maybe just a little, no one will notice...(scribbles out income statements frantically whilst watching out for the boss...)

4:30 pm... FREEDOM!!! to only go back to the midterm.

5:30pm... oh hello people in my apartment... right I guess I am leaving, so it's to be expected. I think.. something doesn't seem quite right about this, but well there you go... AND START MIDTERM!!!!

6 o'clock PM... frantically bust out income statements, statement of owner's equity, classified balance sheet... done! QUESTION 4 is done and it is... 9 o'clock PM.

Question 5... Update JOURNAL and LEDGER! CLOSE ENTRIES! Have to READ TEXT BOOK (I didn't read this part... ugh)

DONE! and its... 10 o'clock...

Make new post trial balance sheet.... DONE 11 o'clock! Question 7 is done!

Question 8! What? I make a list of the A/R accounts and A/P accounts from the A/R and A/P subledger, which is already a seperate listing of accounts... um.. hello? Redundant or what? No matter... just a list...? Shit this is EASY and its not even MIDNIGHT YET!!! WHOOHOO... i have to put all this on to one file? Oh, okay... cut and paste we go...

FUCK YOU FORMATTING!
oh come on, just look like it does on this page PLEASE? PLEEEAAAASE!!???!!?? oh god I am going to cry.

ONE o'clock am. Still formatting. UGH.

1:15am. Screw it *note at the bottom of 25 page document* 'SORRY FOR THE BAD PASTE JOB'. Now send the bitch.

Zip it? What the hell does that mean (note it is about 1:17am. Normally? I'd get it. Then? I didn't even know where I was.)

1:40am. Frantically sending myself an email. Going to attach file to email. Will send in the am from work. Hey, there is the zip file I have been desperately trying to find. Log in to school. Upload Midterm drop box. Click browse. Send the bitch off. Fuck you, midterm.

1:45am. Think its funny to post on blog. What a tool.

2:00am. Wednesday morning. Go to bed. Fully clothed. Set alarm 7:20am.

7:10am. Mom calls.
'are you awake?'
'YEAH... what, where... who... huh? Am I late for work? SHIT did I sleep through my alarm? What time is it?'
'7:10am'
'I HAVE 10 more minutes! come on!!! God why do you hate me so?'
'Okay, see you at work'
'Yeah. ugh'

and so, the journey ends, the journey of MIDTERM hell.



Music to lament the aching of my brain by?!!!?

Theivery Corporation - Richest Man In Babylon

ASSITANT, huh?

looks like I can't spell either.

I can't spell Liabilities either, although I just did correctly, just now.

Liabilites. Liable Lites.

Geeze, I'm tired... (that isn't exactly the language I wanted to use, but I figure I would be nice, just a little nice)

Music to go to bed to?!!?

Mazzy Star - So Tonight that I Might See.

Oh. My. God.

It's done.

25 pages later, and FUCKING horrible cut and paste job (none of the tables retained their youthful figures).

I NEVER want to do this again.

Don't get me wrong, I love it. Just not with the worse tables on the planet. Or having to figure out how the hell to zip a file. Yeah, I know. I should know these things. But I don't.

In other news:
My second job (which subsequently consists of mostly what I just finished griping about, and yes, I LOVE IT) is awesome. I am an assitant book keeper for the Administrator for the Vancouver Playwrites. So cool.

Music to get furious at ledgers and journals?!!?

The Pixies - Bossanova

24,000 dollars unaccounted for...

Crap.

See folks, the trial balance has got to balance before one can carry forward through ones midterm... aharhar CARRY FORWARD... that is just WAY too funny.

I have been plodding through my midterm... desperate to get this done... I have been sitting here for 13 hours. Straight. Actually, that isn't true. I took a 20 minute break. And did the dishes. Had some soup. Christ that is all I ate today. Soup. No wonder I am out 24,000 dollars.

I emailed it all to my mom.. Mommy! I can't make it work, fix it.

She's so awesome.

I can finish this though.. I have done way more than I had anticipated, and I am still capable of typing somewhat in this state.

I think the beer is calling me in the fridge.

In other news:
I saw Saturn and Jupiter and Jupiters moons last night. God that was amazing. Really put things into Ginourmous Perspective. The rings on Saturn are so super cool... super cool man.

I did 1 hour of yoga today before I began the journey of ledger hell. I felt awesome.

My hands are dry from using this laptop. I think I am going to stop.

G'night y'all.

Music to STUDY by?!!?

Buena Vista Social Club
Cafe Del Mar Best of Compilation, both discs.

Music to do Yoga by?!!??
Cafe Del Mar Best of Compilation

Namaste, may you bend peacefully

99 Pitchers of Sangria on the Wall...

99 pitchers of sangriaaaaaah....

take one down, pass it around,

98 pitchers of Sangria on the waaaaaaaaaaaaaalllll....

What? I am recounting from last night.

Ah98 pitchers of Sangria on the waaaaaall,

Right, fine. I'll stop. Geeze.

So, last night, as you have probably guessed, was a lot of fun. Yes there were many pitchers of sangria (which is a nice change from what normally gets ordered [normally we get pitchers of draft beer... after a while it feels like you have 6 loaves of bread in your belly and there's nowhere it can escape if you get my meaning... ick.{oh my god, I have picked up The Teachers' habit of nesting brackets... sweet jesus}]), and the pitchers of sangria? They were so good. My god. Sangria, I have had you before, but not like this. I feel we are going to have a very torrid and hot summer affair. Mmmm. Sangria.

The Beer Guzzler should have his name changed to the Siphon of Sangria.
That man drank more sangria than any one person I have ever seen in my life. And then he did shots of tequila.

I abstained. I had only my Sangria (gotta be faithful to a sexy drink like that you know what I am saying?). I had my Mission Tacos which are freakin' tasty good. They are on the menu at The Reef, on Main Street, as well as the Jah Dip, which is also, FREAKING good. No tequila for moi. Or rather, no tequila for yo.

So, all in all, with 8 pitchers of sangria, and a few shots of tequila (none had by me), the night didn't turn the day into too much hell, in fact? I feel pretty damn good (but that would be because I didn't drink La Tequila. It's evil stuff, you know. Evil.).

In Other News:

I am going to see the Moons of Jupiter tonight.
No, its not a band, I actually mean the actual Moons of Jupiter. Some friends the Audiophile and I know are having us over at their place to check out these many moons of jupiter through their sophiticated and certainly intimidating contraption that allows for the viewing of objects far away. Guessed what it is yet? Oh god, how patronizing. Sorry.

One of the folks who came out with all of us last night mentioned that there is this week a Raw Fish Festival or something. Looks like we might be going.

Walked a whole bunch today. From 23rd to Broadway. From Gilmore to Boundary. And all this before 8:30 this morning. Oh yeah. Gotta work off the sangria and mission tacos.

I have my midterm coming up, and I plan on doing my quiz tomorrow (they are on line quizzes I have to take and I can take them anytime; this one before the 10th of May at noon) so wish me luck!

Music to live by TODAY!?
SAM COOKE. Any of it. All of it. Just listen to it.

98 Pitchers of sangria on the waaaaalll..... *toothy grin*

OOH! WAIT!

You have to check out this comment on this post. I just about died laughing. I know that these spammy types of comments exist, but I just adore the fact that they are trying to convince you that getting your college degree through their organization is going to 'enlighten you', or whatever the fuck when they can't even spell CERTAIN.

mikeflynn98950811, you - are a tool.

Apartment Nazis Part Deux

That name came from my mother. She said the apartment freakazoids remind her of the soup nazi from Seinfeld. I laughed my ass off and decided to title my post this. If it offends you? Too bad, read something else.

Yup, I have just had about enough of the planet and the hairless assholes that cling to it like... er whoa, that could get really offensive. Back away from the key board, breathe deep and chill Gwynabella, Chiiiillll...

So I may (or may not) continue my quest for a new abode tonight. I will expand futher the point after I rant.

The scary thing is, even with real estate prices rising, I could still afford to BUY a place and pay less a month than to rent. I swore I would never own again, couldn't deal with the whole strata thing:

210: 310's dog barks too much.
310: Well 312 slams their cupboards at 9 in the morning when I am a sleeping housewhatever, and it disturbs me.
312: Well, 412 clip clops all over her floor in her heels during the day so I bang the cupboards to make a point.
310: Well, see Mr. Strata Presidente, the banging of the cupboards cause my little shitzoo to bark. So really 210 should be getting mad at 412 since she is causing 312 to bang cupboards and is causing my widdle muffinwuffin to bark so.
318: Where is all our strata money going to? I want print outs dammit. I want balance sheets and financial records.
adnauseum...

note: No one has a problem dealing with the STUPID mundane shit that 210,310, 312 and 412 are creating. Someone like 318 wants important info? He gets blasted for being a nosey no-good too much meddling asswipe.

ANYWAYS...
So, it has been brought to my attention that maybe I should just BUY a place and screw all you hosebags that feel like I can't afford your place or whatever your concern is.

However, a friend (we will call her The Teacher), she pointed out that they are probably crazy because they've been burned before. I agree. And The teacher even added a 'BUT STILL!' which made me happy and I felt vindicated in calling the psychos all sorts of derogitory names. Yay me.

In other, more happy news:
A friend, we will call him Nori since that is his name, is leaving for Japan tomorrow. He is the friend of the guy that the Audiophile works with. We will call Audiophile's co-worker Beer Guzzler, because that is what he does.

Anyways, so Beer Guzzler, The Audiophile and myself (that could be a movie title, or an awesome study case for future personality disorder specialists) are going out tonight to send Nori off to Japan. Shall be fun.

I have been doing very well in the relm of Yoga and getting fit. I feel that Smoking Yogini may be too much of a task and I may put her to bed for a bit. We'll see. But, with regards to practice, it has been coming along nicely, and I am pleased to say that my jeans fit a little *looser* today. *GLEE*

EXPLICIT POST: Only read if four letter words don't offend - really it isn't that bad, but people get twisted up about all sorts of things.

Well, fuck that noise.

Yup this is in response to the ridiculous number of hours I spent on foot searching for a new place to live. OH NO, I could have stayed home, studied for this ridiculously large midterm that I have - OH NO, I decided to go apartment hunting.

I phone a few places to enquire whether I can view them tomorrow.

Them: Oh, well, no. We are showing the place today between 6:30 and 7:00pm
Me: Okay, so no showings tomorrow are scheduled.
Them: That's right.
Me: Okay. Well I will be there then. Can you describe what the place looks like?
Them: Sure, its a character building, with... blah, blah, blah. Kitchen Blah, Bachelor Blah blah blah...
Me: Alright. I will be there at 6:30pm today.

Me: Hello, I was enquiring about the ad in the paper for an apartment for rent?
Them: Yes?
Me: Is it still available?
Them: Yes.
Me: When are you showing the apartment?
Them: After 7:00pm tonight
Me: Okay (not tomorrow I guess), what is the address?
Them: Here in a ridiculously removed part of the city from where you currently are.
Me: Okay, what kind of apartment is it?
Them: Character building blah blahblahblah... Bachelor Blah Blah, Kitchen Blah Blah...
Me: Alright, I will see you at 7:00pm

Them:(MESSAGE) I currently have 4 bachelor suites for rent, some with fabulous views blah blah blah blah blah blah, will be there at 7:00pm Blah blah blah... address is more ridiculously removed than where you are, you should get a car this is far...blah blah blah.

Them: I received your message, do you have a job? Can you afford the rent? Okay, this is where it is, it is a one bedroom character building (lots of character?) and is on the 2nd floor, blah blah blah... be here at 5:00pm, the viewing will be until 5:30pm today.

SO.
I go, after I had already committed a significant amount of my time to the idea of studying for this test of mine. I call my friend (who we will call AUDIOPHILE. Side note: This is the friend who I have had stay with me at my house for the last 6 weeks, and have spent a significant amount of time with over the last 7 months. He is what I call my special friend, and we will call him audiophile. I like Audiophile.) to let him know that I am going to be at these various places instead of studying. because he gets super worried about me wandering the town looking at apartments by myself. Or so it goes.

I go.
And I have come to realize that CHARACTER is synonymous with CONDEMNED. Or at least in 3 out of the 4 that I had viewed.

The first one was above shops on Main Street. It had character alright. I particularily loved the easy to smash single pane windows and the frantically placed bars jammed into the frames. Oh, and the porch that looked like it was going to slide down off itself. I didn't go in. What was the point? For nearly 800 dollars a month, I didn't even feel safe looking at it. I felt like looking at it was an invitation to be violated and pillaged.

The second one at 6:30pm - I had a significant amount of time between the Main Street one and this one which was situated at the 1000 block of West 10th Avenue and since I ended up there so early I continued my way to the 1300 block of West 13th Avenue to scope this third Character Building and well, I was sadly not surprised. At the prices that were listed, you would have to start and wonder. And the thing is, this area of town is real nice, but somehow I found an apartment that was surrounded entirely by what looked like abandoned shacks, oh, and this place looked like it had the next number in line. Even the sun didn't shine in this small part of the street. Damn that was scary.

So I high tail it out of there. I didn't even bother to go in. I thought perhaps I would fall through the stairs.

The next one, which was the original second one, looked AWESOME, I even walked around the building (I walk around all buildings if I can, gives me an idea as to how easy it is to climb up on to the balconies). I was so excited. I really was. I called at the time that was required. No answer. So I wander around the block checking out the neighbourhood. Call again. No answer. No answer. No answer.
Fuck you, no answer.

So that was out of the question.
On to the next one.

This one? Oh, this was a piece of work. And not good work. More like I smoked too many drugs and somehow know how to operate tools to add onto my already falling apart house type of work. OH! And the person filling out forms looks like a psycho. In fact, all the people hanging around this building that is really a converted house (which can be really charming, if left to the 3 suites it was originally intended for) looked like psychos, and were strangely all male. And the character? Maybe was the guy who ran the place. Looked like a fuckin' cult. Screw that.

So, after many hours of my wandering around the town, looking at apartments, I was ready to cave in. Now folks, you may be thinking to yourself - you didn't even go into some of them, maybe you should have gone in and maybe they would have been really nice! Sure, I could have gone in. But I figure if I can, in 10 seconds, find a route to virtually every single window by climbing onto things - I ain't living there, 'specially since I will be living tout seul. It could have looked like the friggin' Taj Mahal inside and yet if you could climb sans difficulty, I would turn it down. Way too many nutbars out there.

Right. So, I started my 'pounding pavement' routine. Many places don't advertise - just post signs outside their apartment buildings and people walk around and make calls etc. So I found this one, that seems SUPER nice. Now I've got 2 jobs now. I can afford a little more. Naturally I want to do about the same as I am doing here, but if I got to spend a little more, I can.

Them: HELLO?
Me: I was inquiring about the apartment for rent? The one bedroom?
Them: WELL, (and I am not kidding about the 'yelling' caps) NO SMOKING, NO PETS. Do you understand? None, never ever.
Me: Uh, okay.
Them: NO PETS NO SMOKING.
Me: Fair enough.
Them: I mean it. WE don't want any funny business here at this place.
Me: Okay then.
Them: WHEN can you come and SEE THE PLACE?
Me: I am available right now and in the neighbourhood.
Them: WHAT? No, I DON'T LIVE THERE (said in a tone as if I should have already figured this out... so far? Very scary lady), I Don't live there, really (sounds totally put out). Besides I have a big meeting tonight, I can't come today. Can you even afford this place?
Me: Oh, fair enough... I am sorry, what?
Them: Can you come at 1:30pm tomorrow.
Me: Well, I WORK FULL TIME, so NO THAT WOULD NOT WORK (yes I am yelling)
Them: Can you even afford it, its 860 a month you know.
Me: Well, (at this point it could have been free, but anything, anything to get off the phone from this psycho) that is a little steep for me, thank you for...
Them: What? Too Steep? What the hell do you expect for South Granville? What kind of idiot are you? (seriously, she said that)
Me: Um actually I just saw a place for 650 2 blocks away, so I don't know what you are talking about.
Them: Well, you had better get that one then.
Me: I intend to, thanks for nothing.
Me: Snap my flip phone shut with as much angry force as I can muster.
Me: AAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH FUCK YOU BITCH!!!!
Me: *whimper* I hate this area, people are assholes.

Yup, that call? That happened. I wanted to reach into the phone and tell her that:
I am employed by 2 companies who compensate me very well, in fact I make better money than most University Graduates, and I am currently enrolled in a very prestigious program - so important that when I am finished? I can notorize your fucking passport. So suck on that, you evil bint of a whore...

*pant pant*

I hate this part of moving.

I left work to make it to that 5:00pm hell hole place and finally got home at 8:45pm. I went back to Main, dosed off after getting on the bus to get home and had to walk down E. Pender from Main. Fun. Missed the seabus, so waited half an hour. Got home finally and soggied up a carton of kleenex.

I need a hug.

Meh.

STOP THE PRESSES!!!

I. Did. Not. Purchase. A. SINGLE. CD. This. Weekend.
I. Did. Not. Go. See. A. SINGLE. Movie. This. Weekend.

I did however go out lots n' lots this weekend. Cripes.

So, my loverly friend's co-worker is going back to Japan in 2 weeks. There was much celebration on Friday. So many pitchers of beer. So many wings. So much pizza. God, it's a wonder I am not a billion pounds.

So, my darling friend is leaving for Montreal. Forever. Or so he says. There was much celebration on Saturday. Not so many pitchers of beer. Just pints. And a huge eye opener in regards to the folks I used to spend lots of time with. Sigh. I hate it when things change like that. Or rather you change, and they stay the same.

So, my loverly friend is moving today. Yesterday, there was much non-celebration but certainly much carpet cleaning. Beer. And Nachos. It will resume tonight as we complete the moving process. Good god, someone kill me.

In other news:

I am moving soon and need to find a new place for the 15th!
I have a midterm next Wednesday!
I have a quiz next Wednesday!
I start my new and second job on Saturday!
I still have to learn the accounting software for Saturday!
I think I am taking Friday off!
I have so much shit to do!
I am too busy!
I am grinding to a halt! Arrgh!

Picked up my asana practice this weekend - picked it up a huge ass notch. My body? Felt like it was put through the rack. Damn it feels nice.

I have a warm fuzzy in my heart.
Wait, can pin-up cowgirls have warm fuzzies? Or more like shit kickin' hot brandings?
This my friends, is a deep and ponderous question.


Music to live by this week:

Emmylou Harris - Pieces of The Sky
Johnny Cash - Unearthed - Disc 2
Bright Eyes - I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning