...and today Señorita and I fell in love.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
Randominity V (...mmm..."V"...)
For the record, I am not a lush.
Also for the record:
hy·per·bo·le n. A figure of speech in which exaggeration is used for emphasis or effect, as in I could sleep for a year or This book weighs a ton.
Sorry to have worried you, DD. ;)
...
I am currently reading The Da Vinci Code (Illustrated) for the umpteenth time. Why? Not necessarily because it was a good book--it was--but because I wanted to remind myself of all the storylines the movie missed. My official verdict: the movie was good (not GREAT, but good) as long as it is viewed as a TOTALLY separate entity from the book it was based on. However, I cannot get past the fact that Tom Hanks was awful as Robert Langdon. ANYBODY else would have been a better cast--except for Nicholas Cage; he might have been just as bad, if not worse--and what were they thinking, giving him that hair?!
X-Men: The Last Stand on the other hand, was GREAT. I mean, you're not going to go watch that movie looking for an intricate plotline with multileveled meanings intertwined into it to make you think for hours on after the movie is over, so having everything sink into chaos and then blowing everything up to make it better was GREAT to watch. And short of ruining the movie for those of you who haven't seen it, things happened in the movie that turned out real consequences. Yay. Some days, I wish I were a mutant. Oh, who am I kidding? EVERYDAY I wish I were a mutant!
The last movie that I watched and actually genuinely liked both the characters and the plotline and all was V for Vendetta. I went into that movie not knowing at all what it was about except for the fact that Natalie Portman had shaved her head for the role. I came out in love.
...
My favourite line from the WHOLE trip to New York with the Boos:
"Go fish, bitch."
And then I had to pick up a card from the pile.
...
I just recently quit my job working at the breatfast restaurant. There were no hard feelings there, it was just time to move on, and if I didn't quit first I never would have begun to make any further progress. And so the job hunt begins. The only catch is that I either need an amazingly flexible job in regards to hours and time off, or I need temporary after temporary after temporary job. There's just too much to do in life to have to be tied down to a single place day in and day out. However, unfortunately there's just too much to do in life to not have a job to pay for it.
...
What with no school books to read anymore, I've gone back to my gluttonous pace of DEVOURING books. Since April 23rd (the day we left for DisneyWorld) I've read:
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There's been construction going on in and around my neighbourhood for the past month and more. They're digging up the lawns and the streets to redo our watermain system. I usually don't mind because I'm away for most of the day. But today, having no job to be at and no volleyball to play until 6:30 tonight, I minded at 8:30 this morning. Then, come 1:30pm, everything stopped and I found them taking their lunch break lounging in the shade of my front porch. So what did I do? I marched right out there to give them a piece of my mind. With a smile. Wearing only boxers and a little white tank-top. And wielding a plate of freshly cut pineapple. I think we're friends now. :)
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I went to two weddings just last weekend. The first was for Sherman's cousin, and the whole ceremony and reception was carried out in two languages: English, and Sign-language. That was so cool. Walking into the reception hall, (we'd had to miss the ceremony) I thought that Sherman and I had arrived too early because there wasn't a peep coming from inside. But then I walked in and realized that everyone was signing to each other--I failed to remember that this particular cousin of his was deaf.
On the flipside, the second wedding I went to was a volleyball wedding and it was loud as hell. Congrats to both parties!
...
I'd originally thought that today might be yet another volleyball kind of day, but what with it being SWELTERING out, I think I might be changing my schedule to make today an ICE CREAM kind of day. Tummy grumbles, here I come!
Also for the record:
hy·per·bo·le n. A figure of speech in which exaggeration is used for emphasis or effect, as in I could sleep for a year or This book weighs a ton.
Sorry to have worried you, DD. ;)
...
I am currently reading The Da Vinci Code (Illustrated) for the umpteenth time. Why? Not necessarily because it was a good book--it was--but because I wanted to remind myself of all the storylines the movie missed. My official verdict: the movie was good (not GREAT, but good) as long as it is viewed as a TOTALLY separate entity from the book it was based on. However, I cannot get past the fact that Tom Hanks was awful as Robert Langdon. ANYBODY else would have been a better cast--except for Nicholas Cage; he might have been just as bad, if not worse--and what were they thinking, giving him that hair?!
X-Men: The Last Stand on the other hand, was GREAT. I mean, you're not going to go watch that movie looking for an intricate plotline with multileveled meanings intertwined into it to make you think for hours on after the movie is over, so having everything sink into chaos and then blowing everything up to make it better was GREAT to watch. And short of ruining the movie for those of you who haven't seen it, things happened in the movie that turned out real consequences. Yay. Some days, I wish I were a mutant. Oh, who am I kidding? EVERYDAY I wish I were a mutant!
The last movie that I watched and actually genuinely liked both the characters and the plotline and all was V for Vendetta. I went into that movie not knowing at all what it was about except for the fact that Natalie Portman had shaved her head for the role. I came out in love.
...
My favourite line from the WHOLE trip to New York with the Boos:
"Go fish, bitch."
And then I had to pick up a card from the pile.
...
I just recently quit my job working at the breatfast restaurant. There were no hard feelings there, it was just time to move on, and if I didn't quit first I never would have begun to make any further progress. And so the job hunt begins. The only catch is that I either need an amazingly flexible job in regards to hours and time off, or I need temporary after temporary after temporary job. There's just too much to do in life to have to be tied down to a single place day in and day out. However, unfortunately there's just too much to do in life to not have a job to pay for it.
...
What with no school books to read anymore, I've gone back to my gluttonous pace of DEVOURING books. Since April 23rd (the day we left for DisneyWorld) I've read:
- Digital Fortress - Dan Brown
- The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
- Pure - Rebecca Ray
- JPod - Douglas Coupland
- The Da Vinci Code (again) - Dan Brown
And by the end of tonight...
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There's been construction going on in and around my neighbourhood for the past month and more. They're digging up the lawns and the streets to redo our watermain system. I usually don't mind because I'm away for most of the day. But today, having no job to be at and no volleyball to play until 6:30 tonight, I minded at 8:30 this morning. Then, come 1:30pm, everything stopped and I found them taking their lunch break lounging in the shade of my front porch. So what did I do? I marched right out there to give them a piece of my mind. With a smile. Wearing only boxers and a little white tank-top. And wielding a plate of freshly cut pineapple. I think we're friends now. :)
...
I went to two weddings just last weekend. The first was for Sherman's cousin, and the whole ceremony and reception was carried out in two languages: English, and Sign-language. That was so cool. Walking into the reception hall, (we'd had to miss the ceremony) I thought that Sherman and I had arrived too early because there wasn't a peep coming from inside. But then I walked in and realized that everyone was signing to each other--I failed to remember that this particular cousin of his was deaf.
On the flipside, the second wedding I went to was a volleyball wedding and it was loud as hell. Congrats to both parties!
...
I'd originally thought that today might be yet another volleyball kind of day, but what with it being SWELTERING out, I think I might be changing my schedule to make today an ICE CREAM kind of day. Tummy grumbles, here I come!
Passion
Tuesday
Dirt between my toes, grit in my teeth, sweat in my eyes.
Wednesday
Jump. Jump. Hit. Jump. Dig. Run. Run. Run.
Thursday
Bruised knee--swollen arm--bleeding hand.
Saturday
Reach higher; hit the floor harder--right side floor burn.
Sunday
Talk, trust, hit the sand, push hard, play harder.
...the summer volleyball season has begun. I love it.
Dirt between my toes, grit in my teeth, sweat in my eyes.
Wednesday
Jump. Jump. Hit. Jump. Dig. Run. Run. Run.
Thursday
Bruised knee--swollen arm--bleeding hand.
Saturday
Reach higher; hit the floor harder--right side floor burn.
Sunday
Talk, trust, hit the sand, push hard, play harder.
...the summer volleyball season has begun. I love it.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Adventures in Boo-Land (Illustrated)
Yay sunny weather! Finally.
A couple of weeks ago, Boo, Squiggly, and I headed down to the Big Apple to visit Boobin, and to drop Boo off for her summer of work. Though it was also cloudy for most of the days we were there, it sure didn't rain on our good time. The adventures started out on a Tuesday evening when Squig and I headed out to Sauga to fetch Boo and make our way to the border. Nearing Niagara Falls, Squiggly got all nostalgic about his first roulette gambling stint a fortnight prior in the Dominican Republic--a stint out of which he emerged successfully, earning himself some fair coin. At the last second before turning into the border crossing, he decided to gun it on ahead to the new Fallsview Casino entrance. Despite Boo's protests (and there were many), Squiggly remained intent on his urge to put down twenty on black and from his captain's seat in the Vibe, he told her:
"We're going to the casino and gambling...bitch."
Wooed by his resolve rather than offended by his retardedness, Boo consented in awe.
We managed to last a whole twenty minutes in the casino on our pre-decided gambling amounts before we left again and crossed through customs, activating Boo's work permit on the way...
Boo: "I feel so welcomed by the [USA] this time!"
...and not a kilometre across the border Squig managed to run a red because he didn't believe I knew how to navigate on-the-fly.
Me: "Eyes on the road! Where's the trust?!"
Without much more ado, Squiggly and I drove through the night and managed to get to our first destination ahead of time so we tried to look for a place to get some breakfast. We drove around the little village we were in without much luck before we decided to pullover and ask for some advice. We spotted a girl walking her dog up ahead and while Squig drove up, I rolled down the window.
"Excuse me, but do you know where there's a place around here we could get some breakfast?"
And the young woman turned around and smiling, told us where the local diner was. Unfortunately, none of us in the car heard her the first time around because all three of us were too captivated by her nipples. Well endowed, bra-less, and wearing the thinnest shirt she owned, Nipples obviously hadn't been counting on having to give directions at that early hour of the morning while walking her dog; that or she just knew what she had and how to work it at all hours of the day. Thankfully, she was nice enough to repeat the directions when I asked her to her face the second time.
Breakfast was good; coffee was delectable.
After breakfast, we freshened up...
Anyway, we finally arrived in NYC, penniless and hotel-less to boot. Disoriented, we stood on the corner of 42nd and 9th trying to figure out where to meet Boobin when Squiggly let out a yelp:
"I'm being mugged!"
Of course no passers-by so much as glanced over (we WERE now in New York) but it's better that they didn't, because it was just Boobin jumping Squiggly out of joy. From there, much of the rest of our time spent in NYC was just one big blur.
We found a hotel to stay and cause a ruckus in...
Good surroundings, good food, and good company were exactly we were looking for, and in amongst each other there in New York, that's exactly what we found.
iluhyooguys
A couple of weeks ago, Boo, Squiggly, and I headed down to the Big Apple to visit Boobin, and to drop Boo off for her summer of work. Though it was also cloudy for most of the days we were there, it sure didn't rain on our good time. The adventures started out on a Tuesday evening when Squig and I headed out to Sauga to fetch Boo and make our way to the border. Nearing Niagara Falls, Squiggly got all nostalgic about his first roulette gambling stint a fortnight prior in the Dominican Republic--a stint out of which he emerged successfully, earning himself some fair coin. At the last second before turning into the border crossing, he decided to gun it on ahead to the new Fallsview Casino entrance. Despite Boo's protests (and there were many), Squiggly remained intent on his urge to put down twenty on black and from his captain's seat in the Vibe, he told her:
"We're going to the casino and gambling...bitch."
Wooed by his resolve rather than offended by his retardedness, Boo consented in awe.
We managed to last a whole twenty minutes in the casino on our pre-decided gambling amounts before we left again and crossed through customs, activating Boo's work permit on the way...
Boo: "I feel so welcomed by the [USA] this time!"
...and not a kilometre across the border Squig managed to run a red because he didn't believe I knew how to navigate on-the-fly.
Me: "Eyes on the road! Where's the trust?!"
Without much more ado, Squiggly and I drove through the night and managed to get to our first destination ahead of time so we tried to look for a place to get some breakfast. We drove around the little village we were in without much luck before we decided to pullover and ask for some advice. We spotted a girl walking her dog up ahead and while Squig drove up, I rolled down the window.
"Excuse me, but do you know where there's a place around here we could get some breakfast?"
And the young woman turned around and smiling, told us where the local diner was. Unfortunately, none of us in the car heard her the first time around because all three of us were too captivated by her nipples. Well endowed, bra-less, and wearing the thinnest shirt she owned, Nipples obviously hadn't been counting on having to give directions at that early hour of the morning while walking her dog; that or she just knew what she had and how to work it at all hours of the day. Thankfully, she was nice enough to repeat the directions when I asked her to her face the second time.
Breakfast was good; coffee was delectable.
After breakfast, we freshened up...
"I would KILL (myself) for (having) hair like that!"
(No, I'm not talking about Boo...look closer...)
Anyway, we finally arrived in NYC, penniless and hotel-less to boot. Disoriented, we stood on the corner of 42nd and 9th trying to figure out where to meet Boobin when Squiggly let out a yelp:
"I'm being mugged!"
Of course no passers-by so much as glanced over (we WERE now in New York) but it's better that they didn't, because it was just Boobin jumping Squiggly out of joy. From there, much of the rest of our time spent in NYC was just one big blur.
We found a hotel to stay and cause a ruckus in...
Veselka for dinner, and Serendipity 3 for lunch and dessert.
Good surroundings, good food, and good company were exactly we were looking for, and in amongst each other there in New York, that's exactly what we found.
iluhyooguys
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Quote of Last Week:
"Did you win the tournament?"
"No, I suck at squash."
"Well, I don't even play squash, so I'm worse off than you. Tell you what; why don't you play against me--you'd kick my ass and then that'll make you feel yourself better!"
--the dorkass slip-of-the-tongue being made by ME, to some random diner on the patio
...
Yeah, true story. I couldn't even look dude in the face after that. Too bad--it was a pretty nice face to have been looking at. ;)
"No, I suck at squash."
"Well, I don't even play squash, so I'm worse off than you. Tell you what; why don't you play against me--you'd kick my ass and then that'll make you feel yourself better!"
--the dorkass slip-of-the-tongue being made by ME, to some random diner on the patio
...
Yeah, true story. I couldn't even look dude in the face after that. Too bad--it was a pretty nice face to have been looking at. ;)
Thursday, May 04, 2006
All's well in Bizarro world
Yeah, but what about here on Earth?
The other day, I was at work about to leave and I decided to quickly change into my new peasant shirt in the office rather than walking into the bathroom to do it. So I throw it on over my head and leave. What do I notice AFTER I've walked all the way to the bank and then onto the crowded subways? My new shirt's on BACKWARDS. AND it's noticeable too--there's this looser, ruffly part that was supposed to be for my boobs to be in, and they were so obviously NOT in it. What a dork.
But at least if I was in Bizarro World, this might have been okay. Too bad I WASN'T!
Oh, and get this, later on that day, one of my many volleyball teams (yay, BRICKHOUSE!) went ahead and won the finals for our league (not so bizarre). So, as league champions, we went out to the sponsoring bar to collect our prizes and to celebrate. At the end of our night, one of my teammates was walking around with my volleyball when a, ahem, larger female approached him and knocked the ball out of his hands and refused to give it back. In an attempt to discourage her, he told her the ball wasn't his to lose, but mine.
At that point, she--aMANda--made her way over to where I was sitting and proceeded to bully ME about getting my ball back from her. When I saw her approaching and holding my prized possession, I honestly feared for my life and well-being as well as for the fact that I just might've been losing my ball to a stranger that night.
"Is this your ball?"
I nod.
"Want it back?"
I nod again.
"Well you'll have to play me for it...some one-on-one volleyball outside right now. You and me."
I shook my head.
"Why not? You guys won, right? You should be good. C'mon."
I shook my head again.
"Alright, fine then, I'll trade you for it for these t-shirts and this cash then."
She picked up Sherman's t-shirt winnings and the rest of my team's pitch-in for the bill. Everyone at the table just sat awkwardly slient. It was so odd...
Finally aMANda got distracted in buying someone some drinks and left for a moment in which Brickhouse himself leaned over and whispered to the rest of us:
&nbps "I think she's a thespian!"
We also used that moment to call for the bill and to put all the rest of our belongings--because when she walked away, she left the ball, the shirts, and the money--out of reach. She did come back after a while, but eventually we managed to all leave the bar with all our stuff and relatively unscathed.
"Yeah, gee, that wasn't awkward."
I'm typically homo-friendly if not homo-enthusiastic, but all the thespians I've met up until then were NOT like THAT. Talk about Bizarre!
Team Brickhouse, the Outtahand Mixed League Champions!!!
The other day, I was at work about to leave and I decided to quickly change into my new peasant shirt in the office rather than walking into the bathroom to do it. So I throw it on over my head and leave. What do I notice AFTER I've walked all the way to the bank and then onto the crowded subways? My new shirt's on BACKWARDS. AND it's noticeable too--there's this looser, ruffly part that was supposed to be for my boobs to be in, and they were so obviously NOT in it. What a dork.
But at least if I was in Bizarro World, this might have been okay. Too bad I WASN'T!
Oh, and get this, later on that day, one of my many volleyball teams (yay, BRICKHOUSE!) went ahead and won the finals for our league (not so bizarre). So, as league champions, we went out to the sponsoring bar to collect our prizes and to celebrate. At the end of our night, one of my teammates was walking around with my volleyball when a, ahem, larger female approached him and knocked the ball out of his hands and refused to give it back. In an attempt to discourage her, he told her the ball wasn't his to lose, but mine.
At that point, she--aMANda--made her way over to where I was sitting and proceeded to bully ME about getting my ball back from her. When I saw her approaching and holding my prized possession, I honestly feared for my life and well-being as well as for the fact that I just might've been losing my ball to a stranger that night.
"Is this your ball?"
I nod.
"Want it back?"
I nod again.
"Well you'll have to play me for it...some one-on-one volleyball outside right now. You and me."
I shook my head.
"Why not? You guys won, right? You should be good. C'mon."
I shook my head again.
"Alright, fine then, I'll trade you for it for these t-shirts and this cash then."
She picked up Sherman's t-shirt winnings and the rest of my team's pitch-in for the bill. Everyone at the table just sat awkwardly slient. It was so odd...
Finally aMANda got distracted in buying someone some drinks and left for a moment in which Brickhouse himself leaned over and whispered to the rest of us:
&nbps "I think she's a thespian!"
We also used that moment to call for the bill and to put all the rest of our belongings--because when she walked away, she left the ball, the shirts, and the money--out of reach. She did come back after a while, but eventually we managed to all leave the bar with all our stuff and relatively unscathed.
"Yeah, gee, that wasn't awkward."
I'm typically homo-friendly if not homo-enthusiastic, but all the thespians I've met up until then were NOT like THAT. Talk about Bizarre!
Team Brickhouse, the Outtahand Mixed League Champions!!!
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