Friday, June 30, 2006
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Bloring... ugh.
So, nuthin really going on right now. Life's kind of, well... boring.
Oh, well my toilet started singing (hummmmmmmmmm) at 3.30 this morning, woke me up with a start. After rectifying that atrocious noise, I got to listen to a chorus of alley cats...
I guess that is kind of exciting... erm.. yeah.
Needless to say, 7.00 came way too quickly.
Work is busy. Or at least I am making it so.
My boss forgot to put in my pay. So I got a cheque today, and get paid the rest tomorrow. How do you forget to pay your employees?
So, yeah. Boring. Can't really do all that much with a fucked up back. Ooh, but every time I turn or twist a bit, my back makes a popping sound! Fun! Like a carnival!
Oh, started reading a new book. JD Salinger's Franny and Zooey.
So far it's a goodun'.
Keep you posted.
Oh, well my toilet started singing (hummmmmmmmmm) at 3.30 this morning, woke me up with a start. After rectifying that atrocious noise, I got to listen to a chorus of alley cats...
I guess that is kind of exciting... erm.. yeah.
Needless to say, 7.00 came way too quickly.
Work is busy. Or at least I am making it so.
My boss forgot to put in my pay. So I got a cheque today, and get paid the rest tomorrow. How do you forget to pay your employees?
So, yeah. Boring. Can't really do all that much with a fucked up back. Ooh, but every time I turn or twist a bit, my back makes a popping sound! Fun! Like a carnival!
Oh, started reading a new book. JD Salinger's Franny and Zooey.
So far it's a goodun'.
Keep you posted.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
BORED with BORED...MUSIC MEME!
ABCs of Music
List your favorite bands from A to Z.
(I am also adding favorite musicians too, since some are not in bands per se, but are damn fine music makers)
A. Tori Amos
B. Bright Eyes, Belle and Sebastian, David Bowie
C. Cat Power, Nick Cave, Calexico, Johnny Cash, Sam Cooke
D. Bob Dylan, DoSayMakeThink
E. Emmylou Harris, Brian Eno
F. Feist, Roberta Flack
G. Galaxie 500
H. PJ Harvey
I. Iron & Wine
J. Wanda Jackson
K. Kris Kristofferson, Fela Anikulapo Kuti
L. Low, Lavender Diamond
M. Massive Attack, Mazzy Star
N. Nine Inch Nails
O. OP8
P. Gram Parsons
Q. qu...qu...? Qu... qu... erm... QUEEN!
R. Rolling Stones, Roxy Music
S. Shriekback, Spiritualized
T. Tortoise
U. U2
V. Velvet Underground
W. Tom Waits, Wilco
X. erm...
Y. Yo La Tengo
Z. ZIMMERMAN... aka Bob Dylan. (watching a docu. of the ever so amazing Bob Dylan. Dammit, his music moves me to tears.)
I don't know where this originally came from but I found it here, who in turn found it somewhere. If you visit you'll find out.
List your favorite bands from A to Z.
(I am also adding favorite musicians too, since some are not in bands per se, but are damn fine music makers)
A. Tori Amos
B. Bright Eyes, Belle and Sebastian, David Bowie
C. Cat Power, Nick Cave, Calexico, Johnny Cash, Sam Cooke
D. Bob Dylan, DoSayMakeThink
E. Emmylou Harris, Brian Eno
F. Feist, Roberta Flack
G. Galaxie 500
H. PJ Harvey
I. Iron & Wine
J. Wanda Jackson
K. Kris Kristofferson, Fela Anikulapo Kuti
L. Low, Lavender Diamond
M. Massive Attack, Mazzy Star
N. Nine Inch Nails
O. OP8
P. Gram Parsons
Q. qu...qu...? Qu... qu... erm... QUEEN!
R. Rolling Stones, Roxy Music
S. Shriekback, Spiritualized
T. Tortoise
U. U2
V. Velvet Underground
W. Tom Waits, Wilco
X. erm...
Y. Yo La Tengo
Z. ZIMMERMAN... aka Bob Dylan. (watching a docu. of the ever so amazing Bob Dylan. Dammit, his music moves me to tears.)
I don't know where this originally came from but I found it here, who in turn found it somewhere. If you visit you'll find out.
Snap Crackle Pop! Ouchies
Yes that is what I heard and then said when I woke up yesterday morning.
What happened you all ask, as you all worry that there wasn't a post, I mean how uncharacteristic of myself to not post 5 days a week! Does that mean? *gasp* she missed work?
Yes folks I am sad to report I was away yesterday.
I woke up yesterday morning bright and early, like 5.30am early. And woke up with a start, the kind where you sit right up in bed? You know, like in the movies? And then CRACK! This horrific popping noise escapes from somewheres in my upper back and boom, I am thrown back into my bed writhing in pain as my entire left arm went numb and tingly. OMG, I am having a stroke. OMG I am in so much friggin pain! OMG... I think I threw my back out.
So like the idiot I am I try to turn my head. Ow. My God. Erm..
I try to sit up. Erm...
Shit.
So with painful flailings I reach over to the nightside table and grab my cell phone (which also is a clock and an alarm! Gee!) and see that I still have an hour and so before I have to get up. Well lets see if this subsides. *snicker* Yeah. Right.
So 7am rolls 'round, and no I still can't move, I have to pee so bad and so I am just lying there and so I make the call to my co worker (who happens to be my mother) and leave her a message, basically telling her what I just told you guys here.
So I go back to sleep, she calls me a little while later, confirms that I am not faking it (Thanks mom), and I then telephone The Audiophile to let him know what is up. Naturally I make no sense whatsoever, so when he phones later in the day he's all thinking I died or something.
So, yeah. I basically spent all day yesterday waiting for The 'Phile to come by with some Ibuprofen because I didn't have any such stuff like that, lying on my couch (I finally was able to get up, funny story how...) where every time my body would start to settle into the position I found that caused the least amount of pain, would in fact cause the maximum amount of pain. I found that sitting sucks, but standing is okay with minimal turnings of the head and lying down is not the greatest but is way better than sitting. In part because the sitting position that is most comfortable is so hard to get up from. Thank god for nice strong abs. I think those guys got the greatest workout yesterday.
I don't honestly know how those of you with pinched back nerve issues deal with it. I nearly blacked out and threw up at least half a dozen times. Oh, and did I bawl sometimes. Geeze, I bawled a lot.
But today is no fucking picnic on the back front (backfront...harhar) either. My god. I am tempted to go to a Doc and be like 'Yo, hook me up with some serious narcotics. I need my sleep and a pain free existence.' Uh, except I might like that too much, you know with the trying to escape the bizzaro world we live in and all. So, best to just keep on with the Ibuprofens and stay away from the pharmacuticals.
So, I got out of bed how yesterday. Well, my bed is right beneath my window see. And its cozy and warm. Warm enough that little critters like beetles like to come in and apparently share the bedspread. I am not to squeamish about finding a bug in my bed. Note: Not bed bugs. I think I would have been chatting about those WAY long time ago. These little critters are coming from the window. Note critters. So, I flick him off onto the floor. Crawl away you little bastard. Then I look further and I see two more on the bed spread. And a couple on the pillow.
Yikes.
Apparently there's a convention happening I wasn't aware of. So I leap out of my bed with a severe case of the heebee jeebees and in a mad blindedbypain rush strip the bed, shake out the bed spread, throw everything into the laundry hamper and do the wash. Of course after all that, I pretty much fucked up the back even more.
After dilligent lookings at the beetles I determine what kind they are and find out that they are really just harmless and are probably interested in eating only one thing, that would be my flannel quilt cover. And pillow case. Hence why they'd be hanging around on both of these things. So that I can accept. Sort of.
I am moving my bed from the window though as soon as the back is better.
Please hurry back and get better.
(harhar, thats a funny sentence.)
What happened you all ask, as you all worry that there wasn't a post, I mean how uncharacteristic of myself to not post 5 days a week! Does that mean? *gasp* she missed work?
Yes folks I am sad to report I was away yesterday.
I woke up yesterday morning bright and early, like 5.30am early. And woke up with a start, the kind where you sit right up in bed? You know, like in the movies? And then CRACK! This horrific popping noise escapes from somewheres in my upper back and boom, I am thrown back into my bed writhing in pain as my entire left arm went numb and tingly. OMG, I am having a stroke. OMG I am in so much friggin pain! OMG... I think I threw my back out.
So like the idiot I am I try to turn my head. Ow. My God. Erm..
I try to sit up. Erm...
Shit.
So with painful flailings I reach over to the nightside table and grab my cell phone (which also is a clock and an alarm! Gee!) and see that I still have an hour and so before I have to get up. Well lets see if this subsides. *snicker* Yeah. Right.
So 7am rolls 'round, and no I still can't move, I have to pee so bad and so I am just lying there and so I make the call to my co worker (who happens to be my mother) and leave her a message, basically telling her what I just told you guys here.
So I go back to sleep, she calls me a little while later, confirms that I am not faking it (Thanks mom), and I then telephone The Audiophile to let him know what is up. Naturally I make no sense whatsoever, so when he phones later in the day he's all thinking I died or something.
So, yeah. I basically spent all day yesterday waiting for The 'Phile to come by with some Ibuprofen because I didn't have any such stuff like that, lying on my couch (I finally was able to get up, funny story how...) where every time my body would start to settle into the position I found that caused the least amount of pain, would in fact cause the maximum amount of pain. I found that sitting sucks, but standing is okay with minimal turnings of the head and lying down is not the greatest but is way better than sitting. In part because the sitting position that is most comfortable is so hard to get up from. Thank god for nice strong abs. I think those guys got the greatest workout yesterday.
I don't honestly know how those of you with pinched back nerve issues deal with it. I nearly blacked out and threw up at least half a dozen times. Oh, and did I bawl sometimes. Geeze, I bawled a lot.
But today is no fucking picnic on the back front (backfront...harhar) either. My god. I am tempted to go to a Doc and be like 'Yo, hook me up with some serious narcotics. I need my sleep and a pain free existence.' Uh, except I might like that too much, you know with the trying to escape the bizzaro world we live in and all. So, best to just keep on with the Ibuprofens and stay away from the pharmacuticals.
So, I got out of bed how yesterday. Well, my bed is right beneath my window see. And its cozy and warm. Warm enough that little critters like beetles like to come in and apparently share the bedspread. I am not to squeamish about finding a bug in my bed. Note: Not bed bugs. I think I would have been chatting about those WAY long time ago. These little critters are coming from the window. Note critters. So, I flick him off onto the floor. Crawl away you little bastard. Then I look further and I see two more on the bed spread. And a couple on the pillow.
Yikes.
Apparently there's a convention happening I wasn't aware of. So I leap out of my bed with a severe case of the heebee jeebees and in a mad blindedbypain rush strip the bed, shake out the bed spread, throw everything into the laundry hamper and do the wash. Of course after all that, I pretty much fucked up the back even more.
After dilligent lookings at the beetles I determine what kind they are and find out that they are really just harmless and are probably interested in eating only one thing, that would be my flannel quilt cover. And pillow case. Hence why they'd be hanging around on both of these things. So that I can accept. Sort of.
I am moving my bed from the window though as soon as the back is better.
Please hurry back and get better.
(harhar, thats a funny sentence.)
Monday, June 26, 2006
Dammit. Monday. Already.
Well, you would think that because I work in Finance in some capacity, I would have a good grasp on my own finances. *Snicker-snort* Right.
So, with looming pending debt from hell (I mention this because I looked at my balances today... yikes) - I am glad to say that at least I am capable of having a good time cheaply, and hey I may be poor but I've got a car and an apartment and all that. So really, I am pretty damn lucky.
This weekend was fun. Friday night was more than I wished it cost, and I am becoming increasingly aware that I cannot keep up with the Jones, the Franks, the McRichs and the LaWealthy's. But well, did I have fun? Sure. Absolutely. I can have fun doing just about anything. Especially spending money.
Saturday I worked and boy do I love the work. This second job I got (to help me out of the poor house) really is something. I got my first account to do on my own, so that should be good. I got a nice long 3 weeks to plod through it so I can take my time and make sure that everything is done right.
So after work, and realizing the sad state of finances the Audiophile and I are in, we decided to go lie in the park and read books. I finally finished Atlas Shrugged, something I started back in February or something - and The 'Phile read his Catcher in the Rye. And what a tranquil evening! With the sun out fully until about 7:30pm we were able to catch the warmth of the sun and not feel too overheated. After that we went home and dropped the books off and took the car out for a spin. Drove around to the beaches, but they were so packed (surprise?) so we just decided to come home, eat sandwiches and watch the rest of a movie we started a few nights before called Cemetary Man, an Italian Zombie movie. My God it was hilarious.
Sunday, and realizing we were still poor, we planned on going for a picnic somewhere in a park. I was thinking maybe a park in the UBC area, so we loaded up the car and drove out towards the giant campus. Well, oblivious to the events of our city, we're bombing along 10th Ave past Granville (after a small detour to my place to take care of somethings that were hounding me [I left the drain plug in my sink and buddy upstairs uses so much water that it still makes its way into my sink, I had horrible images of my sink overflowing with unknown sudsy water... frightening]) and came upon a 'you can turn thisaway or thataway but you can't go straight through unless you're a bike' sign so we decided to go down Broadway. Well Holy SHIT. About 4 blocks away we could see that the street was totally blocked off and a GIANT sea of people milling about. Well shits.
So much for the picnic down at UBC.
So after much tension - with the obscene traffic, the car acting up (she gets all pissy when you fill her up with gas. She basically won't start for about 10 minutes after. I am convinced that it's because she is an anorexic? And so when I feed her she gets all image conscious and refuses to go anywhere in fear that she will be seen after eating. What a primadonna.) and debating as to where we will be going to next:
'Phile: Where do you want to go to next.
Me: I don't know.
'Phile: Well, I don't know either.
Me: You know this city better than I do.
'Phile: Gwynabella, I've lived here for maybe 5 years, you? All your adult life plus the bunch of years before that.
Me: Yeah, but that was in Burnaby.
'Phile: Gwynabella! Come on.
Me: I don't know. All the parks I know I mentioned and are impossible to get to.
'Phile: Okay, your right. But lets think.
Me: Okay.
Me: How 'bout Trout Lake?
'Phile: ... Done.
Me: Done.
And then the car wouldn't start again (we had stopped to get a few more supplies for our picnic... god my car is a total skank bitch).
We ended up at a park we found on 41st. We saw it as we were making out way long about way to our immediate change of plans that was going to take us up to the Cemetary. Trout Lake? *shpphft* Whatever.
So we opted for the park because it had weeping willows:
Me: Eeee! Weeping Willows! I love weeping willows!
'Phile: You want to go there?
Me: Can we? Can we? Can we?
'Phile: You? Are insane.
So we picnic'd out in this park (which I can't remember the name of, but Mr. Frisbee? I think that you should if you haven't already - check it out for Ultimate. Whoa, they had a nice field. It's in Vantown though so I don't know if that works or not) sitting by these beautiful weeping willows, hanging out eating good food and playing pine cone games and tormenting the crows.
After we packed up and took the car home we went back and checked out the Cemetary, wow it is huge. Something like 10 blocks long and 2 blocks wide. The most southern part of it has some seriously huge and muy expensivo headstones (*snort* more like bodystones - some of them were MASSIVE).
When we got there someone was practicing their fly fishing (for souls perhaps?). It made me laugh and proved The 'Phile's point that you could eat lunch there on one of the benches and you wouldn't be in the wrong. I don't know, I guess I have this warped sense that the dead would be ticked off if you ate in front of them. But shit, if you can practice casting off (!?), well I guess eating a sandwich and talking about life amongst the dead can't be all that offensive. And interestingly enough, the energy in the air is of great peace and makes a great place to escape to. Like being around humanity, but they're resting thank you and don't want to be disturbed just as much as you don't want to be either.
After our wander around, looking and wondering who the people were, where they were from, what they did - we walked back and looked a the old houses in the neighbourhood. I have decided that my next move (good god, I can't stop can I?) will be into a house. That's it. I have reached the point where apartment living is nearing its end.
I tell you folks, not having a lot of money but being slightly creative can have you doing some of the strangest and yet entertaining and or relaxing things on the planet. Especially when the days are as beautiful as they have been this weekend.
And as I write this post, and it comes to a close - I realize that well, I fucking wish it were Friday. But its Monday. Only. Dammit.
*sniff*
So, with looming pending debt from hell (I mention this because I looked at my balances today... yikes) - I am glad to say that at least I am capable of having a good time cheaply, and hey I may be poor but I've got a car and an apartment and all that. So really, I am pretty damn lucky.
This weekend was fun. Friday night was more than I wished it cost, and I am becoming increasingly aware that I cannot keep up with the Jones, the Franks, the McRichs and the LaWealthy's. But well, did I have fun? Sure. Absolutely. I can have fun doing just about anything. Especially spending money.
Saturday I worked and boy do I love the work. This second job I got (to help me out of the poor house) really is something. I got my first account to do on my own, so that should be good. I got a nice long 3 weeks to plod through it so I can take my time and make sure that everything is done right.
So after work, and realizing the sad state of finances the Audiophile and I are in, we decided to go lie in the park and read books. I finally finished Atlas Shrugged, something I started back in February or something - and The 'Phile read his Catcher in the Rye. And what a tranquil evening! With the sun out fully until about 7:30pm we were able to catch the warmth of the sun and not feel too overheated. After that we went home and dropped the books off and took the car out for a spin. Drove around to the beaches, but they were so packed (surprise?) so we just decided to come home, eat sandwiches and watch the rest of a movie we started a few nights before called Cemetary Man, an Italian Zombie movie. My God it was hilarious.
Sunday, and realizing we were still poor, we planned on going for a picnic somewhere in a park. I was thinking maybe a park in the UBC area, so we loaded up the car and drove out towards the giant campus. Well, oblivious to the events of our city, we're bombing along 10th Ave past Granville (after a small detour to my place to take care of somethings that were hounding me [I left the drain plug in my sink and buddy upstairs uses so much water that it still makes its way into my sink, I had horrible images of my sink overflowing with unknown sudsy water... frightening]) and came upon a 'you can turn thisaway or thataway but you can't go straight through unless you're a bike' sign so we decided to go down Broadway. Well Holy SHIT. About 4 blocks away we could see that the street was totally blocked off and a GIANT sea of people milling about. Well shits.
So much for the picnic down at UBC.
So after much tension - with the obscene traffic, the car acting up (she gets all pissy when you fill her up with gas. She basically won't start for about 10 minutes after. I am convinced that it's because she is an anorexic? And so when I feed her she gets all image conscious and refuses to go anywhere in fear that she will be seen after eating. What a primadonna.) and debating as to where we will be going to next:
'Phile: Where do you want to go to next.
Me: I don't know.
'Phile: Well, I don't know either.
Me: You know this city better than I do.
'Phile: Gwynabella, I've lived here for maybe 5 years, you? All your adult life plus the bunch of years before that.
Me: Yeah, but that was in Burnaby.
'Phile: Gwynabella! Come on.
Me: I don't know. All the parks I know I mentioned and are impossible to get to.
'Phile: Okay, your right. But lets think.
Me: Okay.
Me: How 'bout Trout Lake?
'Phile: ... Done.
Me: Done.
And then the car wouldn't start again (we had stopped to get a few more supplies for our picnic... god my car is a total skank bitch).
We ended up at a park we found on 41st. We saw it as we were making out way long about way to our immediate change of plans that was going to take us up to the Cemetary. Trout Lake? *shpphft* Whatever.
So we opted for the park because it had weeping willows:
Me: Eeee! Weeping Willows! I love weeping willows!
'Phile: You want to go there?
Me: Can we? Can we? Can we?
'Phile: You? Are insane.
So we picnic'd out in this park (which I can't remember the name of, but Mr. Frisbee? I think that you should if you haven't already - check it out for Ultimate. Whoa, they had a nice field. It's in Vantown though so I don't know if that works or not) sitting by these beautiful weeping willows, hanging out eating good food and playing pine cone games and tormenting the crows.
After we packed up and took the car home we went back and checked out the Cemetary, wow it is huge. Something like 10 blocks long and 2 blocks wide. The most southern part of it has some seriously huge and muy expensivo headstones (*snort* more like bodystones - some of them were MASSIVE).
When we got there someone was practicing their fly fishing (for souls perhaps?). It made me laugh and proved The 'Phile's point that you could eat lunch there on one of the benches and you wouldn't be in the wrong. I don't know, I guess I have this warped sense that the dead would be ticked off if you ate in front of them. But shit, if you can practice casting off (!?), well I guess eating a sandwich and talking about life amongst the dead can't be all that offensive. And interestingly enough, the energy in the air is of great peace and makes a great place to escape to. Like being around humanity, but they're resting thank you and don't want to be disturbed just as much as you don't want to be either.
After our wander around, looking and wondering who the people were, where they were from, what they did - we walked back and looked a the old houses in the neighbourhood. I have decided that my next move (good god, I can't stop can I?) will be into a house. That's it. I have reached the point where apartment living is nearing its end.
I tell you folks, not having a lot of money but being slightly creative can have you doing some of the strangest and yet entertaining and or relaxing things on the planet. Especially when the days are as beautiful as they have been this weekend.
And as I write this post, and it comes to a close - I realize that well, I fucking wish it were Friday. But its Monday. Only. Dammit.
*sniff*
Friday, June 23, 2006
And then? It became FRIDAY.
Today is Friday.
For this, I am glad.
I never went driving last night. The Audiophile and I were too wound up from our jobs and a little foul in the mood department. Nothing says 'argument' more than trying to teach someone to drive, especially when the person teaching is more likely to be blunt and very 'insensitive' (his words, not mine) and the person learning is well, too sensitive (my words, his words, everyones words, *sniff*).
So I mentioned I wore a dress yesterday. Well, I think I had about half a dozen people, STRANGERS - tell me how nice I looked. Random nevermetinmylife folks. Kinda nice, kinda like erm... what do I do with this? So thanks world :) !
But this made me think. I had come to realize that the people who were like 'What a beautiful dress, you look so pretty' were actually quite brave. I mean, I can't think how many times I had seen someone that I thought was beautiful, and I wanted to say just that 'My god, your outfit and you are stunning.' but never did because I was afraid they would think I was a psycho. And from my chattings with other folks, yeah. A compliment can be taken the wrong way. Kind of sad isn't it. Can't tell someone you think looks nice without them thinking you want to jump them, steal their clothes and their friends and their life... which is funny because I know for a fact that when we dress in the morning, certainly we dress for ourselves, but as Van Morrison said in that song I can't remember the name of but the line goes '...the girls dress up for each other...' Well, there you go. So if we do, then why do we scoff the compliments?
Then I thought further, and onto a different strain of the same thought. Yesterday I looked just about the same as I always do. I have the same hair, same make-up, same-same-same, but a dress instead of jeans. I did however, feel more beautiful, more feminine, more sensuous. Because I felt that, maybe I exuded it? Maybe that is what caught the eye of those people?
Don't get me wrong, I think I am an attractive person, generally. I look after myself as best I can with what I have, and I take pride in the fact that I have good features. But by no means am I an exotic head turner. I'm not leggy, I don't have long flowing locks, I certainly don't typify what we see on billboards or magazines (but really who does?). There are a lot of women I know personally who would be glanced at first. But I firmly believe, at least reaffirmly so, that if you feel beautiful and think of yourself as beautiful, the rest of the world will see it. And the beauty of that (pardon the pun), is by that point because YOU think you are beautiful? What anyone else thinks isn't really all that important (but don't scoff if they are sincere, unless they are psychos. But then how do you know? Oh dear...)
In other news:
My friend, hmm... what will I call her... I will call her DJ Pilsner, cos those are some of her initials (she's got lots) and she likes Pilsner, we like Pilsner together. Well, she telephoned me this AM to let me know she got offered a new job, working as an accountant clerk for a construction Company. So hats off to her for that! Tonight, we celebrate like fiends. Should be good. The 'Phile, DJP and her other half (we'll call him Aquaphytophile, cos thats what he loves: Water and Plants.) and myself will be up to some sort of no goodness.
I had dins with JY on Wednesday evening, that was awesome. I hadn't seen him in the better part of a year. Thai food, lots of giggles and boy, he sure loves the ultimate. So awesome to see people passionate about stuff. Maybe I should call him Ultiphile. Yeah. Ultiphile. DC can be Mr. Frisbee. And Ambs I will call The Student, until she graduates, then The Horiculturalist. I chatted with her on Wednesday night too, and I am glad to hear and see that she is sooo much happier and sooo much healthier too. Big Ass Hug to The Student.
In fact? Big ass hug to just about everyone. It's Friday people, and it is bloody gorgeous outside.
I am still reeling from that Calexico experience (that's what it was folks. Not a show, but an experience.) - and am going through Calexico withdrawal, AND live music withdrawal in general. I am also going through Mr. Fort St. John (3rd party to the Awkwerd 'Bot) withdrawal, but apparently he is now Mr. Grande Prairie, and is going to see Wilco in E-Town, which both The 'Phile and I are um, not too pleased with. Since, you know, Wilco is one of the greatest bands ever.
Actually I don't think there is really a number 1 band or group or performer or whatever, right now. All of them. ALL OF THEM. So good. Argh.
Music to be confused about number oneness?
erm...
...
Oh Oh! Bonnie Prince Billy - I See a Darkness.
Beautiful.
For this, I am glad.
I never went driving last night. The Audiophile and I were too wound up from our jobs and a little foul in the mood department. Nothing says 'argument' more than trying to teach someone to drive, especially when the person teaching is more likely to be blunt and very 'insensitive' (his words, not mine) and the person learning is well, too sensitive (my words, his words, everyones words, *sniff*).
So I mentioned I wore a dress yesterday. Well, I think I had about half a dozen people, STRANGERS - tell me how nice I looked. Random nevermetinmylife folks. Kinda nice, kinda like erm... what do I do with this? So thanks world :) !
But this made me think. I had come to realize that the people who were like 'What a beautiful dress, you look so pretty' were actually quite brave. I mean, I can't think how many times I had seen someone that I thought was beautiful, and I wanted to say just that 'My god, your outfit and you are stunning.' but never did because I was afraid they would think I was a psycho. And from my chattings with other folks, yeah. A compliment can be taken the wrong way. Kind of sad isn't it. Can't tell someone you think looks nice without them thinking you want to jump them, steal their clothes and their friends and their life... which is funny because I know for a fact that when we dress in the morning, certainly we dress for ourselves, but as Van Morrison said in that song I can't remember the name of but the line goes '...the girls dress up for each other...' Well, there you go. So if we do, then why do we scoff the compliments?
Then I thought further, and onto a different strain of the same thought. Yesterday I looked just about the same as I always do. I have the same hair, same make-up, same-same-same, but a dress instead of jeans. I did however, feel more beautiful, more feminine, more sensuous. Because I felt that, maybe I exuded it? Maybe that is what caught the eye of those people?
Don't get me wrong, I think I am an attractive person, generally. I look after myself as best I can with what I have, and I take pride in the fact that I have good features. But by no means am I an exotic head turner. I'm not leggy, I don't have long flowing locks, I certainly don't typify what we see on billboards or magazines (but really who does?). There are a lot of women I know personally who would be glanced at first. But I firmly believe, at least reaffirmly so, that if you feel beautiful and think of yourself as beautiful, the rest of the world will see it. And the beauty of that (pardon the pun), is by that point because YOU think you are beautiful? What anyone else thinks isn't really all that important (but don't scoff if they are sincere, unless they are psychos. But then how do you know? Oh dear...)
In other news:
My friend, hmm... what will I call her... I will call her DJ Pilsner, cos those are some of her initials (she's got lots) and she likes Pilsner, we like Pilsner together. Well, she telephoned me this AM to let me know she got offered a new job, working as an accountant clerk for a construction Company. So hats off to her for that! Tonight, we celebrate like fiends. Should be good. The 'Phile, DJP and her other half (we'll call him Aquaphytophile, cos thats what he loves: Water and Plants.) and myself will be up to some sort of no goodness.
I had dins with JY on Wednesday evening, that was awesome. I hadn't seen him in the better part of a year. Thai food, lots of giggles and boy, he sure loves the ultimate. So awesome to see people passionate about stuff. Maybe I should call him Ultiphile. Yeah. Ultiphile. DC can be Mr. Frisbee. And Ambs I will call The Student, until she graduates, then The Horiculturalist. I chatted with her on Wednesday night too, and I am glad to hear and see that she is sooo much happier and sooo much healthier too. Big Ass Hug to The Student.
In fact? Big ass hug to just about everyone. It's Friday people, and it is bloody gorgeous outside.
I am still reeling from that Calexico experience (that's what it was folks. Not a show, but an experience.) - and am going through Calexico withdrawal, AND live music withdrawal in general. I am also going through Mr. Fort St. John (3rd party to the Awkwerd 'Bot) withdrawal, but apparently he is now Mr. Grande Prairie, and is going to see Wilco in E-Town, which both The 'Phile and I are um, not too pleased with. Since, you know, Wilco is one of the greatest bands ever.
Actually I don't think there is really a number 1 band or group or performer or whatever, right now. All of them. ALL OF THEM. So good. Argh.
Music to be confused about number oneness?
erm...
...
Oh Oh! Bonnie Prince Billy - I See a Darkness.
Beautiful.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
So, the Devil in a blue dress crosses the street...
I chose to wear a dress today. Looks like when you wear a dress, things and people around you improve.
DC is sick today. That's not good.
I am supposed to go driving today. I am kind of excited about that.
Tomorrow is Friday.
This post isn't really useful.
Lemme see if I can find a topic...
Oh hey, I took an IQ test yesterday *snicker* and I got my results back and well, geeze. Apparently I am wicked smart. Or rather I am wicked smart at figuring out the answers to the questions. But this is what got me. DC you are gonna laugh at this.
Apparently this particular IQ test I took gave me a score that made me go erm... but this test also breaks everything down by category and gives you a score for each. So like, spatial skills get one, arithmetic gets one, Logical gets one, Intuition gets one...
Well, out of the 13 categories plus the 14th being your overall score... My highest one was in Spatial skills at 164. Well, I knew I was spatially inclined... but not that spatially inclined. I still trip, people.
But get this: and yes I double checked. And rechecked again.
Both Logic and Arithmetic are the next highest. At 160.
In fact the lowest score I got was in short term memory at 133 (yeah, I can't remember shit too well) and the second lowest was in spelling, Algebra, Geometry, and vocabulary at 144 each. What are you sayin' I don't got no gud speling scils, don no wat x ekwuls and can't figure out the middley thingy of a sirkel? What?
The rest were located in the low to mid 150's. Now I don't really think IQ tests are all that informative. I mean I took one a few years back (when I was drunk) and got 136, and did real poor on the math. But because my work requires me to use math on a regular basis, naturally that part of my 'intelligence' would increase. In fact I am not too surprised at the spelling being as low as it is, since in Word you have auto correct so you aren't actually aware if you are spelling things incorrectly or not.
But all in all I was quite hilarified by the whole thing because this is what it said:
'Your General IQ Score of (come on, I gave you so many hints all you need to do is the math) shows how able your mind is in general. Anyone with a General IQ Score this high is considered to be a genius. This score is better than 99.95% of all persons taking this test. All known occupations can be comprehended with a General IQ this high. You should be able to handle any academic challenges.'*
So what, if I fail this Accounting course does that mean that I actually really suck and that they are wrong? Or maybe I just didn't apply myself? And how come I can't... actually I can do that. How come I can't... no, I can do that too.
How come I can't drive yet?
Then, I was like, um.. hey. Yeah, maybe a little late with the um hey, like oh a day later (this is why I was damn sure I am not that kind of score - I mean a 2 day project? Come on Gwynabella) so I took it again. And so I am looking at it, thinking 'Am I really that smart?' Then I took it again and answered a whole bunch of things wrong. Got the same thing. There is definitely something not quite right about this. Thinking some more. Hmmm...
Oh. I get it.
It's a sample. I see SAMPLE scrawled across the page, aaaaand it doesn't click. Aaaand finally it does. Oi.
HARHAR. So I went and did another one on a different site just now and proved to myself that I am intelligent but not super intelligent (evident by the sample incident, which incidently makes me think of Nanaimo Bars). Almost smart enough to be part of some society, but not quite. And I took it again just to check and yeah, the results differ. Whew. I was worried there, thought I was too smart for my own good.
DC is sick today. That's not good.
I am supposed to go driving today. I am kind of excited about that.
Tomorrow is Friday.
This post isn't really useful.
Lemme see if I can find a topic...
Oh hey, I took an IQ test yesterday *snicker* and I got my results back and well, geeze. Apparently I am wicked smart. Or rather I am wicked smart at figuring out the answers to the questions. But this is what got me. DC you are gonna laugh at this.
Apparently this particular IQ test I took gave me a score that made me go erm... but this test also breaks everything down by category and gives you a score for each. So like, spatial skills get one, arithmetic gets one, Logical gets one, Intuition gets one...
Well, out of the 13 categories plus the 14th being your overall score... My highest one was in Spatial skills at 164. Well, I knew I was spatially inclined... but not that spatially inclined. I still trip, people.
But get this: and yes I double checked. And rechecked again.
Both Logic and Arithmetic are the next highest. At 160.
In fact the lowest score I got was in short term memory at 133 (yeah, I can't remember shit too well) and the second lowest was in spelling, Algebra, Geometry, and vocabulary at 144 each. What are you sayin' I don't got no gud speling scils, don no wat x ekwuls and can't figure out the middley thingy of a sirkel? What?
The rest were located in the low to mid 150's. Now I don't really think IQ tests are all that informative. I mean I took one a few years back (when I was drunk) and got 136, and did real poor on the math. But because my work requires me to use math on a regular basis, naturally that part of my 'intelligence' would increase. In fact I am not too surprised at the spelling being as low as it is, since in Word you have auto correct so you aren't actually aware if you are spelling things incorrectly or not.
But all in all I was quite hilarified by the whole thing because this is what it said:
'Your General IQ Score of (come on, I gave you so many hints all you need to do is the math) shows how able your mind is in general. Anyone with a General IQ Score this high is considered to be a genius. This score is better than 99.95% of all persons taking this test. All known occupations can be comprehended with a General IQ this high. You should be able to handle any academic challenges.'*
So what, if I fail this Accounting course does that mean that I actually really suck and that they are wrong? Or maybe I just didn't apply myself? And how come I can't... actually I can do that. How come I can't... no, I can do that too.
How come I can't drive yet?
Then, I was like, um.. hey. Yeah, maybe a little late with the um hey, like oh a day later (this is why I was damn sure I am not that kind of score - I mean a 2 day project? Come on Gwynabella) so I took it again. And so I am looking at it, thinking 'Am I really that smart?' Then I took it again and answered a whole bunch of things wrong. Got the same thing. There is definitely something not quite right about this. Thinking some more. Hmmm...
Oh. I get it.
It's a sample. I see SAMPLE scrawled across the page, aaaaand it doesn't click. Aaaand finally it does. Oi.
HARHAR. So I went and did another one on a different site just now and proved to myself that I am intelligent but not super intelligent (evident by the sample incident, which incidently makes me think of Nanaimo Bars). Almost smart enough to be part of some society, but not quite. And I took it again just to check and yeah, the results differ. Whew. I was worried there, thought I was too smart for my own good.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Best music EVER.
So, after I ranted on about the crazy ex fam, I realized that I was expending way too much of my energy and should be using it for something else. So in atypical Gwynabella fashion (although this seems to be a trend of sorts for me) I e-mailed the woman and told her plain and simple to stop e-mailing me and to just let it go already. Move on, or at least let others move on. Buh Bye.
Nothing feels better than standing up for yourself.
In other news:
Calexico live is probably the greatest music experience I have EVER HAD in my ENTIRE LIFE.
Here is an interview with them in the Straight.
After the opening act (Eric Bachmann of Crooked Fingers, who was also inspiring) finishes off, the main show opens up with a solo set by guest artist Salvador Duran, a Spanish guitarist and operatic style vocalist. Then when the full band came out to play, they rocked out unlike anything I have ever heard, and with the Senor Duran? My God what a combination.
You have harmonizing trumpets in the tijuana brass style sound, stand up bass, a percussionist to die for, a superb Spanish singer and guitarist, playing such a tight set... you had to have been there. It was stunning. The Audiophile got particularily giddy when they did a Dylan cover of Lay Lady, Lay from the album Nashville Skyline. I think we even got a little teary eyed. No, I don't think. I know.
This and the past few days has made me think.
As I stood and listened to this incredible music, I couldn't help but think, if I hadn't found the strength to stand up and do what I felt was right for me with regards to the direction of my life, I would have never seen this, feel this. I had never really heard of Calexico save from what I filed when I worked at the Record Store. But I never listened to them. And it is a music that touches a part of me I feel had been left to fade away. To have that part stir like a slumbering dragon, I feel like I am evolving further into the person I always dreamed I could be. Strong, Independent, and full of life.
I look at where I am today. How much I have grown even in a year. That I can only go forward. That I have obviously made good choices in my life, because I am experiencing such joy. Even if the choices weren't all the best choices, they were the best for me, which bring me here. Where I lay my head to sleep, is where I want to be. Where I go and with those who I love, it's there and them I want to be and with me.
So I seriously suggest that you go and check it out. Calexico. And for even more stirring of the soul music I say you listen to Iron & Wine/Calexico EP 'In the Reins' - the first track 'He Lays In The Reins' features Senor Duran. It's a truly inspiring sound.
Nothing feels better than standing up for yourself.
In other news:
Calexico live is probably the greatest music experience I have EVER HAD in my ENTIRE LIFE.
Here is an interview with them in the Straight.
After the opening act (Eric Bachmann of Crooked Fingers, who was also inspiring) finishes off, the main show opens up with a solo set by guest artist Salvador Duran, a Spanish guitarist and operatic style vocalist. Then when the full band came out to play, they rocked out unlike anything I have ever heard, and with the Senor Duran? My God what a combination.
You have harmonizing trumpets in the tijuana brass style sound, stand up bass, a percussionist to die for, a superb Spanish singer and guitarist, playing such a tight set... you had to have been there. It was stunning. The Audiophile got particularily giddy when they did a Dylan cover of Lay Lady, Lay from the album Nashville Skyline. I think we even got a little teary eyed. No, I don't think. I know.
This and the past few days has made me think.
As I stood and listened to this incredible music, I couldn't help but think, if I hadn't found the strength to stand up and do what I felt was right for me with regards to the direction of my life, I would have never seen this, feel this. I had never really heard of Calexico save from what I filed when I worked at the Record Store. But I never listened to them. And it is a music that touches a part of me I feel had been left to fade away. To have that part stir like a slumbering dragon, I feel like I am evolving further into the person I always dreamed I could be. Strong, Independent, and full of life.
I look at where I am today. How much I have grown even in a year. That I can only go forward. That I have obviously made good choices in my life, because I am experiencing such joy. Even if the choices weren't all the best choices, they were the best for me, which bring me here. Where I lay my head to sleep, is where I want to be. Where I go and with those who I love, it's there and them I want to be and with me.
So I seriously suggest that you go and check it out. Calexico. And for even more stirring of the soul music I say you listen to Iron & Wine/Calexico EP 'In the Reins' - the first track 'He Lays In The Reins' features Senor Duran. It's a truly inspiring sound.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
How about on the twelfth of NEVER?
So, I am trying to convince myself that living in an old building is a good thing. Except last night...
I was sitting in my livingroom, watching random TV and putting my new tool kit together when I heard this really weird obnoxious noise. In the vaults of my brain that stores stuff like old 80's commercial jingles and bad movie titles was triggered a thought that jumped out and hit the synapses causing them to recall this dreaded memory I had about this particular noise. I knew EXACTLY what it was, and yet I was confused because the noise I was recalling in my memory had to do with a dishwasher in another apartment and yet, no one has dishwashers in this apartment building.
So I go to the source of this bleching gurgling noise to discover soapy water rapidly filling up my sink.
From the drain.
Needless to say I was like 'Whoa holy shit!' I remembered the rest of the memory that went along with this instant sense of fear (a fear of the rank dead vegetable smell I recall happening - I didn't need another dead body smell event in my apartment) and promptly put the drain cover into the drain of my sink. Well it just about shot the thing out of there, so with diligent hands in unknown water I held down this massive overflow of mystery water and soap. When it finally subsided I pulled the plug, plunged the hell out of my sink and put the drain back in place. I then heard through the walls that someone upstairs was obviously washing copious amounts of dishes. Ah, well that makes sense I suppose.
I go into the bathroom to wash my hands (uh hello, mystery water? You are disgusting) and after I washed and was drying my mitts I hear this horrific sound of sucking squelching noises coming from somewhere in the bathroom. I knew it wasn't the toilet, it has its own sounds of shooping and humming, this was distinctly different. I move towards the tub.
It's coming out of the tap of the tub.
I crank the hot water tap (after feeling the tap and sensing that gee, this is warm so it must be hot water) and it sort of subsided.
I spent some time peeking around the apartment looking for suspicious dark water spots. Particularily those of the Japanese variety.
To add to the sense of *FEAR* I suddenly heard thunderous footsteps from all over the place, through the walls and over the ceiling.. like a herd of small elephants. Of course that scares the shit out of me further. But anyways, my logic sets in and I am determined that it is Massive Dishwasher upstairs and the Stairwell Trio in the hall.
I'll keep you posted. Or call you in the middle of the night. One or the other.
In other News:
I am going to see Calexico tonight, and I am so very excited.
I got something in the email from 'insert name here you all really know who it is' I mean if you read on who would really make me go errarrrrrgh? I'll give you a hint. It's a SHE.
NO I don't think I will be calling you if I need anything. It's like you think I will wake up one day and be like 'Oh, I am suddenly overwhelmed with this feeling of re-integrating back into your completely dysfunctional, PSYCHOTIC, smothering, relentlessly ignorant microcosm that you call a 'family' which not only has total disregard for the lives of others but whose actions are so repulsive that I damn near lost my own will to live because of it!
SO yeah, lets get together so you can try to bully me like you had for 2.5 years. How about ON THE TWELFTH OF NEVER!?!
Yeah, I still get a little excited about that.
Looking back at the 'THEN' in my life makes me want to hug whatever the hell is making the water all funky in my house and invite Heavy-Foot-Stomp the musical folk over for beers. Let us celebrate freedom!
I was sitting in my livingroom, watching random TV and putting my new tool kit together when I heard this really weird obnoxious noise. In the vaults of my brain that stores stuff like old 80's commercial jingles and bad movie titles was triggered a thought that jumped out and hit the synapses causing them to recall this dreaded memory I had about this particular noise. I knew EXACTLY what it was, and yet I was confused because the noise I was recalling in my memory had to do with a dishwasher in another apartment and yet, no one has dishwashers in this apartment building.
So I go to the source of this bleching gurgling noise to discover soapy water rapidly filling up my sink.
From the drain.
Needless to say I was like 'Whoa holy shit!' I remembered the rest of the memory that went along with this instant sense of fear (a fear of the rank dead vegetable smell I recall happening - I didn't need another dead body smell event in my apartment) and promptly put the drain cover into the drain of my sink. Well it just about shot the thing out of there, so with diligent hands in unknown water I held down this massive overflow of mystery water and soap. When it finally subsided I pulled the plug, plunged the hell out of my sink and put the drain back in place. I then heard through the walls that someone upstairs was obviously washing copious amounts of dishes. Ah, well that makes sense I suppose.
I go into the bathroom to wash my hands (uh hello, mystery water? You are disgusting) and after I washed and was drying my mitts I hear this horrific sound of sucking squelching noises coming from somewhere in the bathroom. I knew it wasn't the toilet, it has its own sounds of shooping and humming, this was distinctly different. I move towards the tub.
It's coming out of the tap of the tub.
I crank the hot water tap (after feeling the tap and sensing that gee, this is warm so it must be hot water) and it sort of subsided.
I spent some time peeking around the apartment looking for suspicious dark water spots. Particularily those of the Japanese variety.
To add to the sense of *FEAR* I suddenly heard thunderous footsteps from all over the place, through the walls and over the ceiling.. like a herd of small elephants. Of course that scares the shit out of me further. But anyways, my logic sets in and I am determined that it is Massive Dishwasher upstairs and the Stairwell Trio in the hall.
I'll keep you posted. Or call you in the middle of the night. One or the other.
In other News:
I am going to see Calexico tonight, and I am so very excited.
I got something in the email from 'insert name here you all really know who it is' I mean if you read on who would really make me go errarrrrrgh? I'll give you a hint. It's a SHE.
NO I don't think I will be calling you if I need anything. It's like you think I will wake up one day and be like 'Oh, I am suddenly overwhelmed with this feeling of re-integrating back into your completely dysfunctional, PSYCHOTIC, smothering, relentlessly ignorant microcosm that you call a 'family' which not only has total disregard for the lives of others but whose actions are so repulsive that I damn near lost my own will to live because of it!
SO yeah, lets get together so you can try to bully me like you had for 2.5 years. How about ON THE TWELFTH OF NEVER!?!
Yeah, I still get a little excited about that.
Looking back at the 'THEN' in my life makes me want to hug whatever the hell is making the water all funky in my house and invite Heavy-Foot-Stomp the musical folk over for beers. Let us celebrate freedom!
Monday, June 19, 2006
Speechless II
My dad is the coolest ever. This is what he got me for my birthday. A 300 piece multi purpose tool kit. I now own more drill bits and allen keys than I think I have ever in my entire life.
Cripes it comes with a hammer and a saw.
And a tape measure.
And he was worried it was a dorky gift. OMG. He gave it to me so that I could be self sufficient in my repairs on my car or around the house. I know that some people would think that this kind of gift is a strange one and that a more appropriate gift would perhaps be money or some sort of bauble be it a bracelet or earrings or maybe a BCAA membership (then who would need to learn how to fix their car?).
But this is my dad's way of trying to say 'here are the tools to help you gain your freedom.'
He's so wonderful. Thank you dad, it isn't dorky. It's perfect.
Speechless
...
Wow.
Have you ever felt so much happy giddy gleeful love stuff that you just don't really know what to say? But you're going to say something anyways, because that's sort of expected from you, being the type of person you are?
Holy Shit such a good birthday.
Thanks to DC and The Teacher for delish dins on Friday. Mmm... flesh of beasts from Land and Sea are so good.
And well, M. The Audiophile? Words cannot describe.
Except that "I am glad I didn't die before I met you..."*
*From 'First Day of My Life' - Bright Eyes - "I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning."
Wow.
Have you ever felt so much happy giddy gleeful love stuff that you just don't really know what to say? But you're going to say something anyways, because that's sort of expected from you, being the type of person you are?
Holy Shit such a good birthday.
Thanks to DC and The Teacher for delish dins on Friday. Mmm... flesh of beasts from Land and Sea are so good.
And well, M. The Audiophile? Words cannot describe.
Except that "I am glad I didn't die before I met you..."*
*From 'First Day of My Life' - Bright Eyes - "I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning."
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Stop signs mean stop. Not stall.
I suck at driving. I deserve the L for life. To stand for Loser.
Generally, it was a sucky ass driving experience. I learned a few things but I was just so tired. But whatever, I can't let my frustration get to me so much that I want to quit. I can't allow that to keep happening.
The Audiophile and I have agreed that we need a holiday. Not a running around waiting for other people, too many other people, dealing with other people - type of holiday, but an honest to goodness get away for 2. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere just really nice. And not too expensive. Free is good. I could do free.
Yup, we are both just totally burnt out from life right now. He pointed out that in the last 3 months someone was moving. It's been like the never ending moving months. And then there are everyday general stresses: Work, school, money issues, trying to feel like its all for something. Thank god for good company, thats for sure. I think I would go just about mental if the company was trying.
So my cable and all that shit got fixed yesterday. Dude called me just as I was leaving work at 4:15pm - 'Hey, your appointment is at 5:15 right?'
Me: Yes, is everything still in order?
Dude: Well yeah, but I am thinking I will come by at 4:30pm
Me: Huh? I am in Burnaby, and just left work. I won't be home until 5. That's why I made the appointment for 5.15pm.
Dude: Oh, okay. No worries. I will see you at 5pm
Me: Okay, or closer to 5:15pm.
Dude: Okay. See you at 5pm
Me: Sure, Whaev.
He was 45 minutes late.
Turns out, the pin in the 'TV room' had 'slipped out'. Well, I can only see that happening if:
a) some jackass in the building went in to steal cable (it's been known to happen) and didn't know what the fuck he was doing and killed my cable signal.
b) some jackass who works for the cable company knocked it with his wrench when he was trying to install some other shit in another apartment.
c) and the most likely senario: The ghosts in the building were like: Tee Hee! *YOINK*
In other News:
I got accosted by a fox on the way to work today, who got down on one knee and presented to me a can of Dr. Pepper like he was giving his queen some rare gem. What? I figure that was his motivation. You know, because I am so queen like. And I like rare gems.
The Teacher is sick AGAIN! I'm telling you, that is what you get for working with little germ factories (also known as jam hands). It's serious chemical warfare that these beings unleash on unsuspecting immune systems of the ruling regime in attempts to over throw it. The cuteness? It's a front. I am serious. I cringe when babies sneeze.
Looks like I will be taken out to the Ball Steak... er... I mean Keg for dinner on Friday. I am posting this purely to 'put it on' the person who so wonderfully suggested that.
That would be you DC.
I figure I know why I am so bloody Blueblah. My stupid thyroid's decided to go on a holiday without notifying me and is fucking up all of my hormones and cellular production and metabolism and my blood pressure... I am seeing a Doctor on Friday to get that fixed. Bonus though. At least this time around I understand where the hell my split personality is coming from, and can at least attempt to rationalize utterly irrational behaviour. And explain it to people whom I love so they don't think I've just gone nuts. Or more nuts than usual.
But even though I feel blueblah, I have this immense sense of well being. Sort of like I am happy.
Wait a minute.
Generally, it was a sucky ass driving experience. I learned a few things but I was just so tired. But whatever, I can't let my frustration get to me so much that I want to quit. I can't allow that to keep happening.
The Audiophile and I have agreed that we need a holiday. Not a running around waiting for other people, too many other people, dealing with other people - type of holiday, but an honest to goodness get away for 2. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere just really nice. And not too expensive. Free is good. I could do free.
Yup, we are both just totally burnt out from life right now. He pointed out that in the last 3 months someone was moving. It's been like the never ending moving months. And then there are everyday general stresses: Work, school, money issues, trying to feel like its all for something. Thank god for good company, thats for sure. I think I would go just about mental if the company was trying.
So my cable and all that shit got fixed yesterday. Dude called me just as I was leaving work at 4:15pm - 'Hey, your appointment is at 5:15 right?'
Me: Yes, is everything still in order?
Dude: Well yeah, but I am thinking I will come by at 4:30pm
Me: Huh? I am in Burnaby, and just left work. I won't be home until 5. That's why I made the appointment for 5.15pm.
Dude: Oh, okay. No worries. I will see you at 5pm
Me: Okay, or closer to 5:15pm.
Dude: Okay. See you at 5pm
Me: Sure, Whaev.
He was 45 minutes late.
Turns out, the pin in the 'TV room' had 'slipped out'. Well, I can only see that happening if:
a) some jackass in the building went in to steal cable (it's been known to happen) and didn't know what the fuck he was doing and killed my cable signal.
b) some jackass who works for the cable company knocked it with his wrench when he was trying to install some other shit in another apartment.
c) and the most likely senario: The ghosts in the building were like: Tee Hee! *YOINK*
In other News:
I got accosted by a fox on the way to work today, who got down on one knee and presented to me a can of Dr. Pepper like he was giving his queen some rare gem. What? I figure that was his motivation. You know, because I am so queen like. And I like rare gems.
The Teacher is sick AGAIN! I'm telling you, that is what you get for working with little germ factories (also known as jam hands). It's serious chemical warfare that these beings unleash on unsuspecting immune systems of the ruling regime in attempts to over throw it. The cuteness? It's a front. I am serious. I cringe when babies sneeze.
Looks like I will be taken out to the Ball Steak... er... I mean Keg for dinner on Friday. I am posting this purely to 'put it on' the person who so wonderfully suggested that.
That would be you DC.
I figure I know why I am so bloody Blueblah. My stupid thyroid's decided to go on a holiday without notifying me and is fucking up all of my hormones and cellular production and metabolism and my blood pressure... I am seeing a Doctor on Friday to get that fixed. Bonus though. At least this time around I understand where the hell my split personality is coming from, and can at least attempt to rationalize utterly irrational behaviour. And explain it to people whom I love so they don't think I've just gone nuts. Or more nuts than usual.
But even though I feel blueblah, I have this immense sense of well being. Sort of like I am happy.
Wait a minute.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
SO. NOT. COOL.
*Urge to kill rising...*
So I get home last night right? I spent Sunday and Monday nights over at The Audiophile's place. It's been a few days. But really nothing unusual about that '2 days away at a time' sort of deal. I get home, walk in, turn off the alarm, put the keys down, say hi to the fish, take my shoes off, tilt the blinds (hello neighbours), pick up my phone, dial the 'secret code' to access my voicemail, continue to chat with the fish (we had an indepth conversation about dead beat mothers), feed him (as a result of the conversation), realize that I have been waiting for a good minute or so for the message centre to kick in, hit talk again (I have a habit of dialing but forgetting to hit talk), wait another 30 seconds and being confused, hang up. Try again. Wait. There's something missing. What happens usually just before you dial out, especially if you hit talk first then dial the number? Ah. I have no Dial Tone.
Look over at 'The Hub', which is this major centre of terminals, routers, cables, plug-ins and all that shit located behind the TV. The lights on my terminals indicate that I have NO.SIGNAL.
WTF!?
I turn the TV on. It works. But not really all that great. Grainy pictures like I was stealing cable or something. I unplug everything, replug it in, wait the 30 seconds, hit reset, fiddle around blah blah blah. Nuthin.
Sigh. I call the Cable company. No, there are no wires down in your area. No there are no service disruptions in your neighbourhood. No, your neighbours in the building all have good working cable, internet etc.
Well. I have no home phone, I have no internet. I have TV but its all grainy and hard to look at. Except for like some of the higher up channels. Technician dude's like:
'The signal is there.'
Me: Yup, I got TV and its working, just everything else isn't.
Tech dude: Huh. Thats really strange.
Me: Uh, yeah.
Tech Dude: Well we'll have to send someone in right away.
Me: Sweet.
Tech Dude: Can I telephone you back on the number you are calling from right now?
Me: Yeah, I guess, since you can't call me at home.
Tech Dude: Yeah, since its your land line we will have to come in ASAP.
Me: Thank you.
So, about a half hour later I get a call.
Tech Dude: Ms. Gwynabella?
Me: Yo, 'Sup
Tech Dude: Are you available tomorrow?
Me: Uhhh... Yeah?
Tech Dude: The service people don't do service repairs etc after 6 pm. (its 7.30pm)
Me: Oh. Okay.
Tech Dude: What time tomorrow?
Me: I get home at 5.
Tech Dude: We'll be there at 5.15pm
Me: Uh, okay.
Tech Dude: Can I give the technician this number?
Me: Sure, it's not like he can call me at home.
Needless to say, and especially since I was (and sort of still am) feeling Blueblah, I was pretty frustrated. I was looking forward to just sitting, surfing and maybe chatting with some friends on the phone. I wasn't into reading a book since I had been reading non stop for about a week prior and just wanted to sit and numb my brain for a bit. But no. That isn't going to be for you today.
So, I flip though the channels that are less painful to look at and have a choice of watching some shitty sitcoms vs. STAR CELEB WHO'S HAVING WHO'S BABY, WHO'S FAT? WHO'S AN ADDICT? WHO'S SLOPPY SECONDS ARE NOW WITH WHO? WHO SUCKS AT BEING A MOM? WHO STAYED HERE AT THIS RIDICULOUSLY LAVISH RESORT?
But yay! I found Seinfeld, the holy grail of situation comedies. Whew.
Then I get hungry. Hmmm... I haven't got any real desire to get up and go make something. I haven't really got the desire to do much of anything actually. Blueblahs have weighed me down. I can eat tomorrow, I fully intend on eating tomorrow. But I know if I don't eat now it'll just get me into trouble. I finally get up and go to the kitchen. Maybe I will have a nice salad with some cheese, and a glass of milk. I should eat them anyways since they're going to go off soon. I open the fridge.
WTF?!
It's like I was hit with a stench that rivals the morgue. Before they do all that removal of organs and draining of bodies and shit. Oh.My.God. I just about threw up. What the hell? Oh, shit.
I remember as I slam the door shut in disgust. My fridge had been running a lot lately and I had looked at the dial and thought maybe its trying to run too cold. So I turn down the switch. Well, I guess the switch was already so far down that it was almost off. And I turned it off.
Encountering a warm, stale, stench-i-fied fridge is a most disturbing sensation to the nervous system. Oh, and look, all the rotting vegetables have liquified and pooled at the bottom of the fridge. Awww.
So now? I have no internet. No telephone. No food. And my fridge smells like the ass of some dead person.
I grab everything out of the fridge: Whole carton of milk, whole block of cheese, my spinach, carrots... dammit, every single vegetable - all the condiments have gone off...
I stuff it into a garbage bag only to have it leak all over the floor, wash the floor, tie up another bag with this messy shit in it, grab my keys and my wallet and head outside.
Toss the evil spawn of my fridge in to the rubbish bin, get a carton of Baking Soda, a sandwich, a bottle of water - rip open the carton of baking soda toss it into the fridge and get ready to eat my sandwich. Surprisingly, I haven't cried yet. Or even yelled. Or drown my sorrows in a bigass bottle of *enter booze name here*. I just sort of looked at the situation and wondered: What next people? What next? And if it's anything major, just don't make it messy.
Funny though, the toilet - whose pipes hum every time you flush (and it is a horridly obnoxious noise)? They stopped humming. Until this morning of course. And yes, I ran out into the living room to check and see if the cable was up, I mean surely I can have one or the other right?
No.
So I get home last night right? I spent Sunday and Monday nights over at The Audiophile's place. It's been a few days. But really nothing unusual about that '2 days away at a time' sort of deal. I get home, walk in, turn off the alarm, put the keys down, say hi to the fish, take my shoes off, tilt the blinds (hello neighbours), pick up my phone, dial the 'secret code' to access my voicemail, continue to chat with the fish (we had an indepth conversation about dead beat mothers), feed him (as a result of the conversation), realize that I have been waiting for a good minute or so for the message centre to kick in, hit talk again (I have a habit of dialing but forgetting to hit talk), wait another 30 seconds and being confused, hang up. Try again. Wait. There's something missing. What happens usually just before you dial out, especially if you hit talk first then dial the number? Ah. I have no Dial Tone.
Look over at 'The Hub', which is this major centre of terminals, routers, cables, plug-ins and all that shit located behind the TV. The lights on my terminals indicate that I have NO.SIGNAL.
WTF!?
I turn the TV on. It works. But not really all that great. Grainy pictures like I was stealing cable or something. I unplug everything, replug it in, wait the 30 seconds, hit reset, fiddle around blah blah blah. Nuthin.
Sigh. I call the Cable company. No, there are no wires down in your area. No there are no service disruptions in your neighbourhood. No, your neighbours in the building all have good working cable, internet etc.
Well. I have no home phone, I have no internet. I have TV but its all grainy and hard to look at. Except for like some of the higher up channels. Technician dude's like:
'The signal is there.'
Me: Yup, I got TV and its working, just everything else isn't.
Tech dude: Huh. Thats really strange.
Me: Uh, yeah.
Tech Dude: Well we'll have to send someone in right away.
Me: Sweet.
Tech Dude: Can I telephone you back on the number you are calling from right now?
Me: Yeah, I guess, since you can't call me at home.
Tech Dude: Yeah, since its your land line we will have to come in ASAP.
Me: Thank you.
So, about a half hour later I get a call.
Tech Dude: Ms. Gwynabella?
Me: Yo, 'Sup
Tech Dude: Are you available tomorrow?
Me: Uhhh... Yeah?
Tech Dude: The service people don't do service repairs etc after 6 pm. (its 7.30pm)
Me: Oh. Okay.
Tech Dude: What time tomorrow?
Me: I get home at 5.
Tech Dude: We'll be there at 5.15pm
Me: Uh, okay.
Tech Dude: Can I give the technician this number?
Me: Sure, it's not like he can call me at home.
Needless to say, and especially since I was (and sort of still am) feeling Blueblah, I was pretty frustrated. I was looking forward to just sitting, surfing and maybe chatting with some friends on the phone. I wasn't into reading a book since I had been reading non stop for about a week prior and just wanted to sit and numb my brain for a bit. But no. That isn't going to be for you today.
So, I flip though the channels that are less painful to look at and have a choice of watching some shitty sitcoms vs. STAR CELEB WHO'S HAVING WHO'S BABY, WHO'S FAT? WHO'S AN ADDICT? WHO'S SLOPPY SECONDS ARE NOW WITH WHO? WHO SUCKS AT BEING A MOM? WHO STAYED HERE AT THIS RIDICULOUSLY LAVISH RESORT?
But yay! I found Seinfeld, the holy grail of situation comedies. Whew.
Then I get hungry. Hmmm... I haven't got any real desire to get up and go make something. I haven't really got the desire to do much of anything actually. Blueblahs have weighed me down. I can eat tomorrow, I fully intend on eating tomorrow. But I know if I don't eat now it'll just get me into trouble. I finally get up and go to the kitchen. Maybe I will have a nice salad with some cheese, and a glass of milk. I should eat them anyways since they're going to go off soon. I open the fridge.
WTF?!
It's like I was hit with a stench that rivals the morgue. Before they do all that removal of organs and draining of bodies and shit. Oh.My.God. I just about threw up. What the hell? Oh, shit.
I remember as I slam the door shut in disgust. My fridge had been running a lot lately and I had looked at the dial and thought maybe its trying to run too cold. So I turn down the switch. Well, I guess the switch was already so far down that it was almost off. And I turned it off.
Encountering a warm, stale, stench-i-fied fridge is a most disturbing sensation to the nervous system. Oh, and look, all the rotting vegetables have liquified and pooled at the bottom of the fridge. Awww.
So now? I have no internet. No telephone. No food. And my fridge smells like the ass of some dead person.
I grab everything out of the fridge: Whole carton of milk, whole block of cheese, my spinach, carrots... dammit, every single vegetable - all the condiments have gone off...
I stuff it into a garbage bag only to have it leak all over the floor, wash the floor, tie up another bag with this messy shit in it, grab my keys and my wallet and head outside.
Toss the evil spawn of my fridge in to the rubbish bin, get a carton of Baking Soda, a sandwich, a bottle of water - rip open the carton of baking soda toss it into the fridge and get ready to eat my sandwich. Surprisingly, I haven't cried yet. Or even yelled. Or drown my sorrows in a bigass bottle of *enter booze name here*. I just sort of looked at the situation and wondered: What next people? What next? And if it's anything major, just don't make it messy.
Funny though, the toilet - whose pipes hum every time you flush (and it is a horridly obnoxious noise)? They stopped humming. Until this morning of course. And yes, I ran out into the living room to check and see if the cable was up, I mean surely I can have one or the other right?
No.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Blueblahs
Well, I feel like shitty ass blah.
I had terrible dreams last night in between fitful tossings and turnings about ill fitting ski suits and people shooting themselves in the face. Not exactly something I am really into seeing so close and personal in my subconscience. And no, I didn't eat anything strange, least of all a lot of cheese.
And I have this ridiculous urge to just start bawling. I haven't got PMS, I haven't got some traumatic thing going on in my life, except maybe that everything had just sort of ended at the same time? Maybe I am going through some sort of withdrawal of stimuli? Maybe I am terrified about taking on an extra 30 hours of work? I can barely get my shit together with the 40 I do right now. I have these revelations sometimes, of how much I have accomplished in such a little amount of time. How much my life is better. Sometimes though, I get this immense sense of dread that I am going to wake up and it will all be gone. Or worse, I will forget what I did to get here and then lose it all.
Of course as a result of this insane feeling of Weepingness I am driving The Audiophile nuts I am sure. I am pretty damn lucky he's as patient as he is. When he does lose his patience however, it sucks. Mostly because his statements are correct. I hate admitting he's right. But most of the time he usually is.
...
*SIGH* Okay. He's right 99.9% of the time.
In other news:
I have ultimately decided that I am officially NOT doing anything for my birthday. I think that right now as much as I would like to be out partying, I think that I just don't have it in me to try and put something together. I think this is as a result of my Weepingness State. I am being taken out for dinner on Saturday after work and Sunday apparently my parents want to spend some time with me. They are coming to my house. This is strange to me because the last time my parents spent time with me on my birthday in my space was like oh, 10 years ago.
Bob Dylan is putting out a new album in August. I am sure that The 'Phile will be absolutely thrilled. I wonder if he is coming to town or not? Which reminds me. Calexico is coming! The 'Phile and I will be grooving to the uber awesome tunes of this dynamic group of musicians on the 20th of June at the Fabulous Commodore Ballroom.
I really wish I knew exactly why I feel so blueblah.
*whimper*
I had terrible dreams last night in between fitful tossings and turnings about ill fitting ski suits and people shooting themselves in the face. Not exactly something I am really into seeing so close and personal in my subconscience. And no, I didn't eat anything strange, least of all a lot of cheese.
And I have this ridiculous urge to just start bawling. I haven't got PMS, I haven't got some traumatic thing going on in my life, except maybe that everything had just sort of ended at the same time? Maybe I am going through some sort of withdrawal of stimuli? Maybe I am terrified about taking on an extra 30 hours of work? I can barely get my shit together with the 40 I do right now. I have these revelations sometimes, of how much I have accomplished in such a little amount of time. How much my life is better. Sometimes though, I get this immense sense of dread that I am going to wake up and it will all be gone. Or worse, I will forget what I did to get here and then lose it all.
Of course as a result of this insane feeling of Weepingness I am driving The Audiophile nuts I am sure. I am pretty damn lucky he's as patient as he is. When he does lose his patience however, it sucks. Mostly because his statements are correct. I hate admitting he's right. But most of the time he usually is.
...
*SIGH* Okay. He's right 99.9% of the time.
In other news:
I have ultimately decided that I am officially NOT doing anything for my birthday. I think that right now as much as I would like to be out partying, I think that I just don't have it in me to try and put something together. I think this is as a result of my Weepingness State. I am being taken out for dinner on Saturday after work and Sunday apparently my parents want to spend some time with me. They are coming to my house. This is strange to me because the last time my parents spent time with me on my birthday in my space was like oh, 10 years ago.
Bob Dylan is putting out a new album in August. I am sure that The 'Phile will be absolutely thrilled. I wonder if he is coming to town or not? Which reminds me. Calexico is coming! The 'Phile and I will be grooving to the uber awesome tunes of this dynamic group of musicians on the 20th of June at the Fabulous Commodore Ballroom.
I really wish I knew exactly why I feel so blueblah.
*whimper*
Monday, June 12, 2006
Throw it in reverse.
So, now that I don't have all this crap going on like moving and studying, I have no idea what to do with my time. It's really sad actually. I wake up all in a panic thinking "Oh sweet Jesus, what have I totally forgotten about?" realizing of course that I haven't forgotten anything and I actually can relax for a few minutes before the next wave of insanity is due to hit:
"OMG! I need to hand wash all of my clothes. Why? Because! I am not comfortable going downstairs into the laundry room! Why? I don't know. It bothers me. So I have to wash my clothes by hand. Plus it's cheaper. What do you mean, manufacture? I am not manufacturing things to stress about! OMG, I have to remember to..." And so on.
That was an actual conversation that I had with The Audiophile yesterday about the very fact I washed my clothes by hand because yes, I am afraid of the laundry room. What? You would be too if yours was in the bowels of some 80 year old building where there are two washers and two dryers just perched inside this GIANT room filled with bikes. It's weird folks. Just plain ol' weird.
So, since I have *nothing* to stress about, I went driving yesterday. Didn't you notice? The world held its breath, waiting for me to push in the clutch and the break and start... start the car. And I did! I did it! I took it off the emerg brake, put it in gear and...
(Did not) Stall. That's right. In fact The 'Phile was so impressed with my shifting/clutch capabilities he admitted that I did that part better than him when he first drove my little car.
Needless to say, I got flustered and then stalled the car about oh, half a dozen times.
But in the end, I had done way more in terms of a lesson that I had originally wanted to and The 'Phile was way less frustrated than he figured he was going to be.
Take me for a drive, Gwynabella.
"OMG! I need to hand wash all of my clothes. Why? Because! I am not comfortable going downstairs into the laundry room! Why? I don't know. It bothers me. So I have to wash my clothes by hand. Plus it's cheaper. What do you mean, manufacture? I am not manufacturing things to stress about! OMG, I have to remember to..." And so on.
That was an actual conversation that I had with The Audiophile yesterday about the very fact I washed my clothes by hand because yes, I am afraid of the laundry room. What? You would be too if yours was in the bowels of some 80 year old building where there are two washers and two dryers just perched inside this GIANT room filled with bikes. It's weird folks. Just plain ol' weird.
So, since I have *nothing* to stress about, I went driving yesterday. Didn't you notice? The world held its breath, waiting for me to push in the clutch and the break and start... start the car. And I did! I did it! I took it off the emerg brake, put it in gear and...
(Did not) Stall. That's right. In fact The 'Phile was so impressed with my shifting/clutch capabilities he admitted that I did that part better than him when he first drove my little car.
Needless to say, I got flustered and then stalled the car about oh, half a dozen times.
But in the end, I had done way more in terms of a lesson that I had originally wanted to and The 'Phile was way less frustrated than he figured he was going to be.
Take me for a drive, Gwynabella.
Friday, June 09, 2006
DONE!
Well, thats it folks. The accounting hell is done.
On to bigger and brighter things. Like Credit Management, or Economics!
BTW:
The test? WAS HELL.
I honestly think it touched on EVERY SINGLE thing in the 1050 pages I had to read. No breaks, no breathers, nuthin. Just plain ol' HERESABUNCHOFNUMBERSGOATER!
Christ.
It got to the point where I would just sit there and look at the question and be like:
You want 4 marks for this?! What on God's green earth am I missing then? I wrote 2 things down. I am certain that those are the only two things I needed to do, save like figuring out what the 3 percent was. Really folks, is it necessary to have something be worth 4 points when it is like a one point question?
My theory is, it was near the end of the test so they were just trying to compensate.
aharhar.
Inadequate Accountants. Lol
On to bigger and brighter things. Like Credit Management, or Economics!
BTW:
The test? WAS HELL.
I honestly think it touched on EVERY SINGLE thing in the 1050 pages I had to read. No breaks, no breathers, nuthin. Just plain ol' HERESABUNCHOFNUMBERSGOATER!
Christ.
It got to the point where I would just sit there and look at the question and be like:
You want 4 marks for this?! What on God's green earth am I missing then? I wrote 2 things down. I am certain that those are the only two things I needed to do, save like figuring out what the 3 percent was. Really folks, is it necessary to have something be worth 4 points when it is like a one point question?
My theory is, it was near the end of the test so they were just trying to compensate.
aharhar.
Inadequate Accountants. Lol
ACID (test ratio)
OKAY LEEEMMMEEE start now.. I am done studying. I just wanna finish now. COME ON... PULEEEEEZE?
So, like I don't even give a flying wedge of whole grain crusted pizza with organic whachamacallits on it if I don't do well on this test (was that convincing enough? Was it? I need validation here folks.. come on.).
So I have had a nice long shower, I am sitting in my living room wondering:
What is next on my agenda?
Start looking at the accounting software that I need to have a good grasp of by the 17th of this month.
Learn how to drive.
Go to Fort St. Johns maybe sometime in the near future.
Go to Alberta in the further from the near but still pretty close near future.
Start thinking of what course I'll take next. (Credit Management anyone?) Actually I was thinking of going to Cap (again?!) and look at their Arts and Entertainment Professional Course Diploma Certificate whatists thingy - since I am doing bookkeeping and accounting for theatres now. Or will be starting next Saturday. See the big thing is with these companies - is they are all non-profit. And that my friends is a whole different world of accounting.
You know when I think about it? Who the hell knew that I could actually be a-okay at it? I mean even if I don't do well on this test, it's just an indication that I don't do well on tests. I know the shit, ya dig? I just can't remember all of it when I have a bazillion different things going on, not to mention I don't even use it right now, and even if I was doing the bookkeeping thing - what I am learning in school is all Merchandise and Inventory Small Business to big Corp. accounting. Important, but a lot of it I wouldn't be using. Some of the basic stuff, yes. But I will be learning things in my other job that I won't have even heard of in this course.
So you know what?
WELL DONE GWYNABELLA. Not only have you gotten yourself a full time job working for a Broker/Underwriter of Credit (I think thats right, it changes all the time), I got myself another FULL time job working as a bookkeeper, I took a course in accounting when I had never done accounting in my life, found myself a nice apartment in the city, go out and do stuff, have awesome friends, healthy as ever (more or less - things are never perfect), and well christ I bought a car and I am going to learn how to drive. YAY me.
*Bows*
*Picks up Flowers*
Okay, now I am totally stoked to take this test. Thanks for putting up with the Bleather. Blether? I think that is how I spelled it before. Whatever. Bleah.
*grin*
So, like I don't even give a flying wedge of whole grain crusted pizza with organic whachamacallits on it if I don't do well on this test (was that convincing enough? Was it? I need validation here folks.. come on.).
So I have had a nice long shower, I am sitting in my living room wondering:
What is next on my agenda?
Start looking at the accounting software that I need to have a good grasp of by the 17th of this month.
Learn how to drive.
Go to Fort St. Johns maybe sometime in the near future.
Go to Alberta in the further from the near but still pretty close near future.
Start thinking of what course I'll take next. (Credit Management anyone?) Actually I was thinking of going to Cap (again?!) and look at their Arts and Entertainment Professional Course Diploma Certificate whatists thingy - since I am doing bookkeeping and accounting for theatres now. Or will be starting next Saturday. See the big thing is with these companies - is they are all non-profit. And that my friends is a whole different world of accounting.
You know when I think about it? Who the hell knew that I could actually be a-okay at it? I mean even if I don't do well on this test, it's just an indication that I don't do well on tests. I know the shit, ya dig? I just can't remember all of it when I have a bazillion different things going on, not to mention I don't even use it right now, and even if I was doing the bookkeeping thing - what I am learning in school is all Merchandise and Inventory Small Business to big Corp. accounting. Important, but a lot of it I wouldn't be using. Some of the basic stuff, yes. But I will be learning things in my other job that I won't have even heard of in this course.
So you know what?
WELL DONE GWYNABELLA. Not only have you gotten yourself a full time job working for a Broker/Underwriter of Credit (I think thats right, it changes all the time), I got myself another FULL time job working as a bookkeeper, I took a course in accounting when I had never done accounting in my life, found myself a nice apartment in the city, go out and do stuff, have awesome friends, healthy as ever (more or less - things are never perfect), and well christ I bought a car and I am going to learn how to drive. YAY me.
*Bows*
*Picks up Flowers*
Okay, now I am totally stoked to take this test. Thanks for putting up with the Bleather. Blether? I think that is how I spelled it before. Whatever. Bleah.
*grin*
Bond. Premium Bond.
Well, I really should be studying, but I am not doing so right this very instance. Simply put? My brain hurts so much.
I never ended up seeing that film and I am sure I blethered on about it at some point, totally missed out on Sensitive Tan's partay Downtown, in part due to slow service at a restaurant, a feeling of being really rundown and an intense conversation with The Audiophile as to why I didn't back out of my marriage when I knew I wanted to before I got married.
Whoa.
Needless to say it was eye opening.
In other news:
I write my exam in 8 hours. I have to be out of my house by about 5pm, so as to give myself ample time to find where the hell I am supposed to be going, and I have about 3 more chapters to read and go over every single summary so that I can drill this shit into my head. I am feeling under the weather and my uterus feels like its been turned inside out.
Yeah I know: TMI. Whatever.
But seriously. Who the hell wants to write an exam while their internal organs are duking it out like bar stars on stipper night? And god, I don't want to fail this exam, I realize now that I cannot, under any circumstances take another course and perform tasks such as: Look for a new place to live, get a second job, buy a car, move my shit and whatever else I got going on. Oh, getting a divorce.
So, I bid you all a brief post good bye until maybe later this evening where I am sure to report about the insanity that was involved to try and find this place, the insanity of trying to complete the exam in the allotted 3 hours and the near falling asleep on the bus - that or having to avoid conversations with weirdos.
I never ended up seeing that film and I am sure I blethered on about it at some point, totally missed out on Sensitive Tan's partay Downtown, in part due to slow service at a restaurant, a feeling of being really rundown and an intense conversation with The Audiophile as to why I didn't back out of my marriage when I knew I wanted to before I got married.
Whoa.
Needless to say it was eye opening.
In other news:
I write my exam in 8 hours. I have to be out of my house by about 5pm, so as to give myself ample time to find where the hell I am supposed to be going, and I have about 3 more chapters to read and go over every single summary so that I can drill this shit into my head. I am feeling under the weather and my uterus feels like its been turned inside out.
Yeah I know: TMI. Whatever.
But seriously. Who the hell wants to write an exam while their internal organs are duking it out like bar stars on stipper night? And god, I don't want to fail this exam, I realize now that I cannot, under any circumstances take another course and perform tasks such as: Look for a new place to live, get a second job, buy a car, move my shit and whatever else I got going on. Oh, getting a divorce.
So, I bid you all a brief post good bye until maybe later this evening where I am sure to report about the insanity that was involved to try and find this place, the insanity of trying to complete the exam in the allotted 3 hours and the near falling asleep on the bus - that or having to avoid conversations with weirdos.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
JASDOUF; KAJ;F (that's ikea speak for BLEAH)
So, I googled myself today. Looks like I apparently have a home page coming soon. I find this interesting because uh.. I didn't register for one.
And in fact, the bigger strange thing is, is that its registered by a dude somewhere in middle america, just after I had changed my settings... I mean I don't think I am the only Gwynabella in the world, but when I first changed the name here to that well... I was the only one?
So now I am wondering:
A) There's another Gwynabella out there (hey yo! to you then)
B) Dude's gonna want to try and sell me this domain name for way more than its worth
C) He's following me and is taking pics of me and is going to be posting them on my soon to be new website/page thing
D) I have a fan?
I don't really know. But I find it strange.
In other News:
Hi to a lady who was sick for so long! So sorry you were sick! I would see posts from you and I was never sure sometimes cos they were ANONOMOYOUSOUSS... and then you disappeared! I totally thought you were on Tour (you mentioned that the last time I saw you in like October). And like usual we fall of the radar so I figured you were just doing your thing, it was Winter after all, and god knows I hibernate in the Winter.. doesn't everyone else?
I came across your l'il page when I was vainly googling myself and I was like hey! Someone took the Meme I took from Teach who took from Rockstar Mommy! And then I was like, HEY it's YOU! HI YOU! I MISSED YOU! I have total faith in your ability to being a landscaper. I think you would rock at it. And congrats on getting better and kicking sickness'essesss ass. And for ditching dude. And for being so honest on your pages. And well, really? Congrats on having strength and character and be able to be, even still - Ridiculously hilarious. It's criminal you know. And whoa to the big piece of metal in yer mouth. Rawr.
In other OTHER news:
Fuck accounting. Just gimme the diploma. I get it, just don't make me read anymore. Please. PLEEEAAASE...
I ain't going to see the movie tonight, don't have time. Looks like it starts around 7 and The Audiophile don't get off work until 6 and so well that ain't enough time since you gotsta be at the theatre like 1 hour early (which would make that 6 folks) since the theatre is overbooked for to ensure that seats are full cos its a pre screening, blah blah blah so I am going to drink wine and not think about accounting after 7pm tonight, and hopefully visit Sensitive Tan tonight too. Ugh.
What a messy post.
And in fact, the bigger strange thing is, is that its registered by a dude somewhere in middle america, just after I had changed my settings... I mean I don't think I am the only Gwynabella in the world, but when I first changed the name here to that well... I was the only one?
So now I am wondering:
A) There's another Gwynabella out there (hey yo! to you then)
B) Dude's gonna want to try and sell me this domain name for way more than its worth
C) He's following me and is taking pics of me and is going to be posting them on my soon to be new website/page thing
D) I have a fan?
I don't really know. But I find it strange.
In other News:
Hi to a lady who was sick for so long! So sorry you were sick! I would see posts from you and I was never sure sometimes cos they were ANONOMOYOUSOUSS... and then you disappeared! I totally thought you were on Tour (you mentioned that the last time I saw you in like October). And like usual we fall of the radar so I figured you were just doing your thing, it was Winter after all, and god knows I hibernate in the Winter.. doesn't everyone else?
I came across your l'il page when I was vainly googling myself and I was like hey! Someone took the Meme I took from Teach who took from Rockstar Mommy! And then I was like, HEY it's YOU! HI YOU! I MISSED YOU! I have total faith in your ability to being a landscaper. I think you would rock at it. And congrats on getting better and kicking sickness'essesss ass. And for ditching dude. And for being so honest on your pages. And well, really? Congrats on having strength and character and be able to be, even still - Ridiculously hilarious. It's criminal you know. And whoa to the big piece of metal in yer mouth. Rawr.
In other OTHER news:
Fuck accounting. Just gimme the diploma. I get it, just don't make me read anymore. Please. PLEEEAAASE...
I ain't going to see the movie tonight, don't have time. Looks like it starts around 7 and The Audiophile don't get off work until 6 and so well that ain't enough time since you gotsta be at the theatre like 1 hour early (which would make that 6 folks) since the theatre is overbooked for to ensure that seats are full cos its a pre screening, blah blah blah so I am going to drink wine and not think about accounting after 7pm tonight, and hopefully visit Sensitive Tan tonight too. Ugh.
What a messy post.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
And then you debit the credit with another debit and then...
So, like if you make a debit transaction that is on credit you put it in A/R but then you need to credit the sales with the same amount, but then you got to Debit the COGS with the cost of the actual item and off set it with a credit that is Merchandise Inventory. Now if dude buys it under the terms 5/10 n/30 that means that he's got a good five solid days (including weekends if it were my co, bitches) to cash in on the 10 percent disco that I am so willing to give, but if you fail to do that then you got 30 days to pay the net which is what the shit cost without the disco and the cost would be what you pay not what I pay for the shit to be sold in my store. But then if jerk face decides that the shit I send him is the wrong colour I then have to Credit his A/R and debit my Sales Returns and Such with the retail amount and then figure out the cost and debit the merch and credit the COGS. And then hopefully dude will pay on time to cash in on the 5 percent discount coz that would be so good for him and the savings would be so awesome he would want to shop more at my shop so if he pays within 5 days well then I would Credit the A/R account and Debit the cash but the cash would be like 5 percent less and off set with another debit in the Sales Discount Account and the two have to total the A/R.
That has been my last 5 hours. Drilling this shit into my head.
Don't even get me started on LIFO, FIFO and WA?
Bleah.
That has been my last 5 hours. Drilling this shit into my head.
Don't even get me started on LIFO, FIFO and WA?
Bleah.
BLEAH.
That is the sound I make towards my textbooks.
That is the sound The Audiophile made due to food poisoning from something he consumed last night (he's fine now).
I frickin' hate tests. I hate them. I hate the whole trying to cram in as much info you think you need into the brain that is already full of stuff from the last 15 years of education; trying to figure out if the bastards are going to quiz you on dinky shit that isn't important in the real world but oh so important to them because it was located in some random appendix in the back of the text book they told you was optional; because they are EVIL...
Bah.
In other news:
Home is getting to be more like home. I've spent last night by myself studying (while unbeknownst to me, The 'Phile was projecting questionable materials into a porcelain vessel), MSNing a few folks, and watching the news. This place has an incredible sense of calm in it. And I sleep really well there too. Even The 'Phile acknowledges the tranquility of his sleeps when he stays over. Normally I don't sleep all to well, and even though I still toss and turn a bit at night, it still isn't nearly as pronounced and I feel quite well rested. This folks, is good shit for me.
Other than studying for a psycho exam, I haven't really got much on the go (for a bloody change), I am going to see a movie tomorrow night called something prairie something? With a bunch of famous people... I got free tix from a woman at work. It involves country music and has some actors in it I like. Apparently I get a free CD too. Not bad for Free. Free is nice.
After the movie I may (hopefully? better? should? will?) see my friend who we will call 'Sensitive Tan' (long story involving tan auras that are sensitive). Sensitive Tan is going to Europe for a MONTH (bastard) so I had best see him before he leaves. Sadly he leaves on the Friday I have my exam and so orchestrating between his crazy ass schedule and my need to study.. well we will see. I don't see why not.
So yeah... nothing really that exciting...
*flips through textbook*
...umhmm...
*flips some more*
Bleah.
That is the sound The Audiophile made due to food poisoning from something he consumed last night (he's fine now).
I frickin' hate tests. I hate them. I hate the whole trying to cram in as much info you think you need into the brain that is already full of stuff from the last 15 years of education; trying to figure out if the bastards are going to quiz you on dinky shit that isn't important in the real world but oh so important to them because it was located in some random appendix in the back of the text book they told you was optional; because they are EVIL...
Bah.
In other news:
Home is getting to be more like home. I've spent last night by myself studying (while unbeknownst to me, The 'Phile was projecting questionable materials into a porcelain vessel), MSNing a few folks, and watching the news. This place has an incredible sense of calm in it. And I sleep really well there too. Even The 'Phile acknowledges the tranquility of his sleeps when he stays over. Normally I don't sleep all to well, and even though I still toss and turn a bit at night, it still isn't nearly as pronounced and I feel quite well rested. This folks, is good shit for me.
Other than studying for a psycho exam, I haven't really got much on the go (for a bloody change), I am going to see a movie tomorrow night called something prairie something? With a bunch of famous people... I got free tix from a woman at work. It involves country music and has some actors in it I like. Apparently I get a free CD too. Not bad for Free. Free is nice.
After the movie I may (hopefully? better? should? will?) see my friend who we will call 'Sensitive Tan' (long story involving tan auras that are sensitive). Sensitive Tan is going to Europe for a MONTH (bastard) so I had best see him before he leaves. Sadly he leaves on the Friday I have my exam and so orchestrating between his crazy ass schedule and my need to study.. well we will see. I don't see why not.
So yeah... nothing really that exciting...
*flips through textbook*
...umhmm...
*flips some more*
Bleah.
Monday, June 05, 2006
WHOOOHOOO!!!?
Whew.
Almost done.
Finished unpacking over the weekend. Went to IKEA on Friday afternoon and got a few things for the house. I originally was going to get a bunch of stuff like pots and pans, dishes, knives, you know normal stuff. I actually reconsidered my choices and settled with purchasing furniture. I got myself a nice chair and coffee table, a bamboo mat rug thing for the living room floor, a plant stand that I ingeniously changed into a bedside table and a round glass disc to put candles on. Oh and some lightbulbs.
I ended up being picked up by The Teacher and DC and taken to Lougheed Mall where I spent more money. I bought this beautiful flannel duvet cover set and the most FANTABULOUS dish set. My God. I am very poor now.
I get very excited over dishes. Especially nice ones, and nice ones that I purchase on my own accord. It's due to a certain dyfunctional family and their psychotic notion of outfitting an entire kitchen that is not theirs and an attachment to dishes that I simply do not like and yet had to use or else I would be harrassed and emotionally blackmailed until I conceeded. Really? I just left after awhile.
So DC and The Teach came to my place and we built furniture and chatted, it was nice. It's been awhile and I hope that this will change and become more of a regular thing - that being the coming over (not necessarily to build furniture) and chat. And they loooved my place. Or at least they said they did.
Saturday I spent the entire day washing all of the dishes I own (including the 16 pieces I just bought the day before) while the cable guy installed my new phone, internet service and cable T.V. There are a lot of cables behind my tellie which has inspired me to purchase a plant so I can hide them all. Don't ask how that will work, it works in my brain and that is all that matters.
In other news:
Bright Eyes was an awesome show. He is pretty damn good live. He played some songs I knew, some I didn't but what really got me was the crowd. Holy can you say wanna dress like the 80's bad. Whoa. As The Audiophile puts it "I don't care about nuthin' and so I put a lot of effort into dressing so I look like I don't care about nuthin'." You can't really pull off disenfranchised when the majority of your outfit is from Old Navy and American Eagle. Really. Oh and the Lululemon sweater really really doesn't help.
The opening act to the show left me a little bored, but it was still pretty cool.
Not really more to report on, the chaos is almost done. I've got my exam on Friday at UBC and after that I just need to learn how to drive. DC and I had a chuckle about that. I have a car, but I can't even drive the damn thing. Soon though.
Almost done.
Finished unpacking over the weekend. Went to IKEA on Friday afternoon and got a few things for the house. I originally was going to get a bunch of stuff like pots and pans, dishes, knives, you know normal stuff. I actually reconsidered my choices and settled with purchasing furniture. I got myself a nice chair and coffee table, a bamboo mat rug thing for the living room floor, a plant stand that I ingeniously changed into a bedside table and a round glass disc to put candles on. Oh and some lightbulbs.
I ended up being picked up by The Teacher and DC and taken to Lougheed Mall where I spent more money. I bought this beautiful flannel duvet cover set and the most FANTABULOUS dish set. My God. I am very poor now.
I get very excited over dishes. Especially nice ones, and nice ones that I purchase on my own accord. It's due to a certain dyfunctional family and their psychotic notion of outfitting an entire kitchen that is not theirs and an attachment to dishes that I simply do not like and yet had to use or else I would be harrassed and emotionally blackmailed until I conceeded. Really? I just left after awhile.
So DC and The Teach came to my place and we built furniture and chatted, it was nice. It's been awhile and I hope that this will change and become more of a regular thing - that being the coming over (not necessarily to build furniture) and chat. And they loooved my place. Or at least they said they did.
Saturday I spent the entire day washing all of the dishes I own (including the 16 pieces I just bought the day before) while the cable guy installed my new phone, internet service and cable T.V. There are a lot of cables behind my tellie which has inspired me to purchase a plant so I can hide them all. Don't ask how that will work, it works in my brain and that is all that matters.
In other news:
Bright Eyes was an awesome show. He is pretty damn good live. He played some songs I knew, some I didn't but what really got me was the crowd. Holy can you say wanna dress like the 80's bad. Whoa. As The Audiophile puts it "I don't care about nuthin' and so I put a lot of effort into dressing so I look like I don't care about nuthin'." You can't really pull off disenfranchised when the majority of your outfit is from Old Navy and American Eagle. Really. Oh and the Lululemon sweater really really doesn't help.
The opening act to the show left me a little bored, but it was still pretty cool.
Not really more to report on, the chaos is almost done. I've got my exam on Friday at UBC and after that I just need to learn how to drive. DC and I had a chuckle about that. I have a car, but I can't even drive the damn thing. Soon though.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Feeling the Groove... of being old?
I just stood in line at Subway with these tiny 15 year old girls who are down from Kamloops to do their track and field finals. I did that exact same thing? Ten years ago. Groan.
I went to Safeway in my neigbourhood. This Safeway that is in my neigbourhood? Is in Shaughnessy. It is the nicest Safeway I have ever seen. I feel like I need a membership to go shop there. Maybe I do, that would explain why the cashier was giving me the once over. That, or it could be because I wasn't sporting a Pucci purse and a Juicy Couture Velour track suit. Oh, and limited edition Pumas. Oh, and I am not anorexic. Or small built in that way, I am sure many girls who are thin are not anorexic, they have fast metabolisms. Or they are addicted to methanphetamines. But I am only speculating.
In other news:
OMG I love my new place. I still have to unpack the kitchen and the bathroom (I stayed the night again at The 'Philes place after much deliberation and the realization that we can't then see each other for at least a few days before we kill each other [hey, just because we didn't argue the entire time we moved doesn't mean we didn't want to throttle each other...]).
I am going to IKEA today. I will see how that goes.
My place is haunted.
Oh.
I went to Safeway in my neigbourhood. This Safeway that is in my neigbourhood? Is in Shaughnessy. It is the nicest Safeway I have ever seen. I feel like I need a membership to go shop there. Maybe I do, that would explain why the cashier was giving me the once over. That, or it could be because I wasn't sporting a Pucci purse and a Juicy Couture Velour track suit. Oh, and limited edition Pumas. Oh, and I am not anorexic. Or small built in that way, I am sure many girls who are thin are not anorexic, they have fast metabolisms. Or they are addicted to methanphetamines. But I am only speculating.
In other news:
OMG I love my new place. I still have to unpack the kitchen and the bathroom (I stayed the night again at The 'Philes place after much deliberation and the realization that we can't then see each other for at least a few days before we kill each other [hey, just because we didn't argue the entire time we moved doesn't mean we didn't want to throttle each other...]).
I am going to IKEA today. I will see how that goes.
My place is haunted.
Oh.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
The Chicken is on the Highway...
that is what came out of my mouth whilst The Audiophile was speaking to me after I passed out in bed yesterday.
So, what should I try to recap? Really, I think this is all just because a) I am bored, b) I am crazy.
Not a good combo.
Nearly stolen U-Haul: 78 dollars
The Dump to get rid of unwanted furniture: 6 dollars
Feeding the hungry movers over 3 days: 100 dollars
Gas for the nearly stolen U-Haul:26 dollars
Ticket for Parking:30 dollars
Gas for my car: 20 dollars (oooh, and six cents. I tried so hard!)
Stuff to help with the move: 30 dollars
Miscellaneous stuff (like repairing the ding in the wall): 25 dollars
Lost wages for taking the day off: 115 dollars
Total cost: 430 dollars
The amount it cost me to hire movers to move my shit the day before New Years Eve, PLUS tip: 260 dollars.
The fact that I ONLY just realize the difference now?
Priceless. For you. Not for me.
I think I need to edit the 'cried only twice' part.
*sniff*
So, what should I try to recap? Really, I think this is all just because a) I am bored, b) I am crazy.
Not a good combo.
Nearly stolen U-Haul: 78 dollars
The Dump to get rid of unwanted furniture: 6 dollars
Feeding the hungry movers over 3 days: 100 dollars
Gas for the nearly stolen U-Haul:26 dollars
Ticket for Parking:30 dollars
Gas for my car: 20 dollars (oooh, and six cents. I tried so hard!)
Stuff to help with the move: 30 dollars
Miscellaneous stuff (like repairing the ding in the wall): 25 dollars
Lost wages for taking the day off: 115 dollars
Total cost: 430 dollars
The amount it cost me to hire movers to move my shit the day before New Years Eve, PLUS tip: 260 dollars.
The fact that I ONLY just realize the difference now?
Priceless. For you. Not for me.
I think I need to edit the 'cried only twice' part.
*sniff*
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I was having a conversation with The 'Phile - and this is the sentence came out of his mouth.
So this post is to uncover the Wednesday - second day of moving.
Well.
I get up. After having gone to bed at about 2:30am, waking up at 7:00am seemed like I blinked. We drive to The 'Philes work. I offer to go get his breakfast at McDicks. I walk to the "restaurant" and order what he's instructed and I stand there staring at my change.
'Miss? Are you alright?'
'Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm moving today, yesterday - seems like forever.'
'Oh I see, take your time.'
See, telling people your moving when you are making an ass out of yourself seems to absolve you of your ass like behaviour.
So once I decipher what are quarters and what are nickels, I go back with the bag of crap my darling friend is about to consume. I ring the buzzer and wait. I notice on the bag? Dude is performing the Tree Pose and has 'I'm lovin' it' by his head. This right now is the funniest shit I have EVER seen.
I give the poison to The 'Phile and dude behind him says HI! and I am like hey, in my idon'tknowwhoyouare tone of voice. Later it turns out I actually know this guy, have had dinner with this guy, and totally sluffed him off. I am truly an ass. But in my defence I was totally caught up in the dude doing the Yoga. I even said 'Your disgusting breakfast is doing Yoga.'
...
I thought it was funny.
I get to my old place. It's now ten to nine. I get in gear. I am scrubbing, I am cleaning, I am vaccuuming, I am getting the place inspected, I am loading the car, I am turning in the keys, I am going back to the car, it's about ten after eleven... wait what's that, that wasn't there just 10 minutes ago was it?... what is that white slip in the windsheild?
OMG.
'Violation: Failure to obey sign. Street Cleaning from 8 -10am on Wednesday. 40 dollars. 30 if if paid within 14 days'.
My first ever parking ticket.
The sadness of this is even if I realized this sign existed? I wouldn't have been able to move the car to a different location. I was by myself, and I am not allowed by law to operate the vehicle, by myself.
So I cram that fucker into my pack and run to catch the seabus. Which I miss by a minute. So I eat sushi.
On the seabus going to the new place. Get off, walk up Granville. Hey, how come there are no buses? Oh, the streets are closed. Okay, well maybe a little further? I walk, and walk and walk and walk... I am about 2 blocks from the bridge entrance. Fine. Go up to Howe. Ah, there's the buses.
Wait for the 17. Thats the bus that goes to Oak. Right?
Wrong.
I wait and wait and wait. It comes. 'Do you go to Oak?'
No.
Go to Seymour and catch the 17 there.
Anger rising.
Do you go to Broadway?
Yes.
Good.
I walk from Broadway and Granville to Oak.
Get to my new place at ten after one. Yay. I get keys. I love it. I am happy. I go to Wonderbucks. I buy teatowels and dish rags. I pay. The cashier then speaks to me.
'I like your sweater'
'Huh? I am wearing a sweater?'
'Umm, the one with the birds on it?'
'Oh, yeah. I am wearing a sweater. Thanks. I am moving.'
'Oh, yeah? I totally understand.'
'Thanks.'
So, now I wander the city aimlessly. Wander wander... the phone rings. The 'Phile says meet him at a coffee shop on Main. I follow his instructions. It's 3:00pm (yeah, I wandered for a long time.) 20 minutes later we meet and we head to the place. We finally find parking, get food and check out the space. He likes it. We feast on food. We go back to the van and I am explaining how you have to go up Oak and turn into this alley behind the building. That's where we unload. Fine. We're just about there, and well hello bus. You've been in a fenderbender? You are blocking the entire entrance to the alley? Nice.
Finally, we get there. Unload. I make a ding in my plaster walls. I am sad. We carry on to return the van. We have blown through in 1 hour and some, all the stuff. We get out of there at 5:20ish. We've got an hour and fifteen to get to North Van. We are estactic. We drive. We want to turn down Main from Broadway. We pass through the street just before. Oh, you can't turn left on Main. Oh, three lanes of traffic must merge into one. We get through the intersection. it is now five to six.
We finally get to the U-Haul (on time, after gassing the thing up [26 dollars...]) return it, pay for it (78 dollars) and wait for the bus to pick up my ticketed car (30 dollars, if I get on it).
Its just 6:25 now. Buses not in service go by aplenty. Zoom, zoom, zoom. Finally at about ten to seven the bus comes and we get my car. Drive! Fill up (20 dollars)! Stall in the Gas Station. Wait a bagillion minutes! Start! Stop! Don't Start! Arrgh. I start to cry (2nd and last time)! Starts! Go home! We still have to unload car! But I don't care! We go out for dinner! We eat pizza! We congratulate each other for not fighting at all! Go to bed at 11:30!
Ugh.
So this post is to uncover the Wednesday - second day of moving.
Well.
I get up. After having gone to bed at about 2:30am, waking up at 7:00am seemed like I blinked. We drive to The 'Philes work. I offer to go get his breakfast at McDicks. I walk to the "restaurant" and order what he's instructed and I stand there staring at my change.
'Miss? Are you alright?'
'Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm moving today, yesterday - seems like forever.'
'Oh I see, take your time.'
See, telling people your moving when you are making an ass out of yourself seems to absolve you of your ass like behaviour.
So once I decipher what are quarters and what are nickels, I go back with the bag of crap my darling friend is about to consume. I ring the buzzer and wait. I notice on the bag? Dude is performing the Tree Pose and has 'I'm lovin' it' by his head. This right now is the funniest shit I have EVER seen.
I give the poison to The 'Phile and dude behind him says HI! and I am like hey, in my idon'tknowwhoyouare tone of voice. Later it turns out I actually know this guy, have had dinner with this guy, and totally sluffed him off. I am truly an ass. But in my defence I was totally caught up in the dude doing the Yoga. I even said 'Your disgusting breakfast is doing Yoga.'
...
I thought it was funny.
I get to my old place. It's now ten to nine. I get in gear. I am scrubbing, I am cleaning, I am vaccuuming, I am getting the place inspected, I am loading the car, I am turning in the keys, I am going back to the car, it's about ten after eleven... wait what's that, that wasn't there just 10 minutes ago was it?... what is that white slip in the windsheild?
OMG.
'Violation: Failure to obey sign. Street Cleaning from 8 -10am on Wednesday. 40 dollars. 30 if if paid within 14 days'.
My first ever parking ticket.
The sadness of this is even if I realized this sign existed? I wouldn't have been able to move the car to a different location. I was by myself, and I am not allowed by law to operate the vehicle, by myself.
So I cram that fucker into my pack and run to catch the seabus. Which I miss by a minute. So I eat sushi.
On the seabus going to the new place. Get off, walk up Granville. Hey, how come there are no buses? Oh, the streets are closed. Okay, well maybe a little further? I walk, and walk and walk and walk... I am about 2 blocks from the bridge entrance. Fine. Go up to Howe. Ah, there's the buses.
Wait for the 17. Thats the bus that goes to Oak. Right?
Wrong.
I wait and wait and wait. It comes. 'Do you go to Oak?'
No.
Go to Seymour and catch the 17 there.
Anger rising.
Do you go to Broadway?
Yes.
Good.
I walk from Broadway and Granville to Oak.
Get to my new place at ten after one. Yay. I get keys. I love it. I am happy. I go to Wonderbucks. I buy teatowels and dish rags. I pay. The cashier then speaks to me.
'I like your sweater'
'Huh? I am wearing a sweater?'
'Umm, the one with the birds on it?'
'Oh, yeah. I am wearing a sweater. Thanks. I am moving.'
'Oh, yeah? I totally understand.'
'Thanks.'
So, now I wander the city aimlessly. Wander wander... the phone rings. The 'Phile says meet him at a coffee shop on Main. I follow his instructions. It's 3:00pm (yeah, I wandered for a long time.) 20 minutes later we meet and we head to the place. We finally find parking, get food and check out the space. He likes it. We feast on food. We go back to the van and I am explaining how you have to go up Oak and turn into this alley behind the building. That's where we unload. Fine. We're just about there, and well hello bus. You've been in a fenderbender? You are blocking the entire entrance to the alley? Nice.
Finally, we get there. Unload. I make a ding in my plaster walls. I am sad. We carry on to return the van. We have blown through in 1 hour and some, all the stuff. We get out of there at 5:20ish. We've got an hour and fifteen to get to North Van. We are estactic. We drive. We want to turn down Main from Broadway. We pass through the street just before. Oh, you can't turn left on Main. Oh, three lanes of traffic must merge into one. We get through the intersection. it is now five to six.
We finally get to the U-Haul (on time, after gassing the thing up [26 dollars...]) return it, pay for it (78 dollars) and wait for the bus to pick up my ticketed car (30 dollars, if I get on it).
Its just 6:25 now. Buses not in service go by aplenty. Zoom, zoom, zoom. Finally at about ten to seven the bus comes and we get my car. Drive! Fill up (20 dollars)! Stall in the Gas Station. Wait a bagillion minutes! Start! Stop! Don't Start! Arrgh. I start to cry (2nd and last time)! Starts! Go home! We still have to unload car! But I don't care! We go out for dinner! We eat pizza! We congratulate each other for not fighting at all! Go to bed at 11:30!
Ugh.
DUMP DATE
not date, dump.
BTW: Dave, I wasn't sure! OMG. So of course I remind myself though out the day and then totally blank on it. I now figure though that since we've known each other for all of what, 15 years - if I didn't hear from you, it was cool - and you didn't hear from me so that was cool too. I dunno if that made any sense... my synapeses have taken a leave of absense. AB SENSE... ARHARHARHAR.
So, anyway...
Mom, me and The 'Phile, we go off into the U-Haul place. Get the U-Haul. Dude's like yeah the guy who had your van just before tried to steal it.
That is just the beginning of some strange events of the Moving of Gwynabella (soon to be a feature length documentary... look for us at Cannes.).
So, we get the van to the old place. Fill mom's van with stuff I want to keep, but don't think I have the room for. She leaves.
We fill up the van with furniture that I want to donate. Or at least try to donate. We go to The Sally and well, I guess you can't be charitable after 4:30pm. It was 7:30pm. I am nearly in tears. I can't leave it somewhere because I don't want a ticket (oh, folks that is such a clue. SUCH A CLUE!!!). It's not the greatest stuff, but surely...
So, it was decided. We go to the Dump.
And man, throwing furniture? What a rush.
We go back, and move furniture. Down the stairs. We decided it was far too much to move all the way down the long hall to the elevator - in fact - 3 flights of stairs was less stressful.
We moved. And Moved. AND MOVED.
There was only two of us. A weeny music aficionado and a super high strung yoga practitioner.
I tell you what, practicing Yoga really prepped me for the contortionistic moves I needed to pull moving stuff. And it was STUFFY and STICKY and ugh. It was like a Bikrams class from hell. At 12:30am we finished. Sort of. I tell you, if I didn't have a car to shove stuff in... OMG.
I decide in my infinite wisdom that I will get up early and go to the old apartment and finish up.
The 'Phile and I are basically cross-eyed. I am missing parts of my fingers, he's got dents in his shins, we both have locking joints... we were a couple of wrecks. Amazing though? We didn't argue once. Really. And I cried only once. And that was at the beginning because it seemed endless.
So continues on the journey of moving.
BTW: Dave, I wasn't sure! OMG. So of course I remind myself though out the day and then totally blank on it. I now figure though that since we've known each other for all of what, 15 years - if I didn't hear from you, it was cool - and you didn't hear from me so that was cool too. I dunno if that made any sense... my synapeses have taken a leave of absense. AB SENSE... ARHARHARHAR.
So, anyway...
Mom, me and The 'Phile, we go off into the U-Haul place. Get the U-Haul. Dude's like yeah the guy who had your van just before tried to steal it.
That is just the beginning of some strange events of the Moving of Gwynabella (soon to be a feature length documentary... look for us at Cannes.).
So, we get the van to the old place. Fill mom's van with stuff I want to keep, but don't think I have the room for. She leaves.
We fill up the van with furniture that I want to donate. Or at least try to donate. We go to The Sally and well, I guess you can't be charitable after 4:30pm. It was 7:30pm. I am nearly in tears. I can't leave it somewhere because I don't want a ticket (oh, folks that is such a clue. SUCH A CLUE!!!). It's not the greatest stuff, but surely...
So, it was decided. We go to the Dump.
And man, throwing furniture? What a rush.
We go back, and move furniture. Down the stairs. We decided it was far too much to move all the way down the long hall to the elevator - in fact - 3 flights of stairs was less stressful.
We moved. And Moved. AND MOVED.
There was only two of us. A weeny music aficionado and a super high strung yoga practitioner.
I tell you what, practicing Yoga really prepped me for the contortionistic moves I needed to pull moving stuff. And it was STUFFY and STICKY and ugh. It was like a Bikrams class from hell. At 12:30am we finished. Sort of. I tell you, if I didn't have a car to shove stuff in... OMG.
I decide in my infinite wisdom that I will get up early and go to the old apartment and finish up.
The 'Phile and I are basically cross-eyed. I am missing parts of my fingers, he's got dents in his shins, we both have locking joints... we were a couple of wrecks. Amazing though? We didn't argue once. Really. And I cried only once. And that was at the beginning because it seemed endless.
So continues on the journey of moving.
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