Honesty is apparently not the best policy.
While in my current social situation, one would think that my Innernia levels would be going nuts, but apparently they're not. Instead, I'm receiving a whopping OD of the hermitage hormone; a home-bound happy-space is more than a heaven in my eyes lately.
My workplace had a manditory colours-test a few months back that uncovered that I was a "blue" person by nature--artistic, physical, and emotional. Apparently I am not blue all the time.
Unless you're talking about the colour. That, I am a little of right now.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
Pay it forward
On Saturday I headed down to the beach to meet a friend for her BBQ. Of course the place was PACKED. Regardless of the severe heat and humidity warnings, everyone and their mother was down at the beach, bbq-ing, volleyball-ing, sunning, kite-ing, biking, blading, rowing, swimming; you name it, they were down there doing it.
As a consequence of everyone's enthusiasm for the summer weather, there was absolutely no parking to be found. And on top of that, the city had decided to reinstigate paid parking at the Beach! While it only took me 20 minutes to get down to Ashbridges, sans le Lakeshore, it was another 20 minutes at least until I spotted someone preparing to pull out. The spot was on my right, so I pulled up, put my car in reverse, and threw on my turn-signal as I waited patiently. Just then, another car entered the parking lane behind me. However, observant driver as he was, he realized that by being behind me he would not only block me from reversing, but he would also block the guy vacating the spot from backing out, and so he pulled around me and continued his own search for a spot.
By this time, my vacating car was just beginning to back out...when yet another car pulled up in the lane behind me. This time, the guy wasn't so observant. For some reason, he couldn't figure out why the car in front of him (me) was signalling right with her reverse lights on. So dude decides to patiently wait behind me. It still didn't dawn on him that he was in anyone's way, even after my vacate-r honked him because being behind me put him absolutely in the way of EVERYONE.
Exasperated, I was on the brink of deciding to take a more aggressive demeanor with the stupid car behind me when I noticed another spot opening up on the left, just ahead--that new driver had no problems backing out because of the stupid guy's "patience"; he was blocking all incoming traffic.
Executively deciding that it wasn't worth it getting out to explain to the dude what exactly the signals coming from my car meant, I just threw my car in gear and sped into the new spot. As I begrudgingly relinquished my firstly found spot, I noticed something that immediately released all my grumpiness: the girl that had just given me her spot had pulled over and was waving something out the window at me. My car now in park, I jumped out and scooted over to her.
"Here, take it."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely! It's good until midnight tonight."
"Wow, thanks so much!"
"No problem, have fun!"
And with that, she drove off, leaving me behind in a humid cloud of unintentional dust, her paid parking stub clutched in my sweaty hands; any disgruntledness that might have been brewing was decidedly dissipated after that. I locked up the car with her ticket in my window, and headed out to enjoy my first official day at the beach this year.
When I finally returned to my car on my way home early to catch a pot-luck birthday, I spotted the ticket on my dash and warmly remembered where the ticket had come from. I crept out of the parking lot, scanning the crowd intently until I spotted a couple heading to the parking meter.
"Excuse me, have you paid for parking yet?"
"No, not yet."
"Well then here, take it, it's still good until midnight."
"Oh, well, gee, thanks!"
"No problem; have fun."
A little something can go a long way. Thanks, lady, for saving my day and starting something good.
As a consequence of everyone's enthusiasm for the summer weather, there was absolutely no parking to be found. And on top of that, the city had decided to reinstigate paid parking at the Beach! While it only took me 20 minutes to get down to Ashbridges, sans le Lakeshore, it was another 20 minutes at least until I spotted someone preparing to pull out. The spot was on my right, so I pulled up, put my car in reverse, and threw on my turn-signal as I waited patiently. Just then, another car entered the parking lane behind me. However, observant driver as he was, he realized that by being behind me he would not only block me from reversing, but he would also block the guy vacating the spot from backing out, and so he pulled around me and continued his own search for a spot.
By this time, my vacating car was just beginning to back out...when yet another car pulled up in the lane behind me. This time, the guy wasn't so observant. For some reason, he couldn't figure out why the car in front of him (me) was signalling right with her reverse lights on. So dude decides to patiently wait behind me. It still didn't dawn on him that he was in anyone's way, even after my vacate-r honked him because being behind me put him absolutely in the way of EVERYONE.
Exasperated, I was on the brink of deciding to take a more aggressive demeanor with the stupid car behind me when I noticed another spot opening up on the left, just ahead--that new driver had no problems backing out because of the stupid guy's "patience"; he was blocking all incoming traffic.
Executively deciding that it wasn't worth it getting out to explain to the dude what exactly the signals coming from my car meant, I just threw my car in gear and sped into the new spot. As I begrudgingly relinquished my firstly found spot, I noticed something that immediately released all my grumpiness: the girl that had just given me her spot had pulled over and was waving something out the window at me. My car now in park, I jumped out and scooted over to her.
"Here, take it."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely! It's good until midnight tonight."
"Wow, thanks so much!"
"No problem, have fun!"
And with that, she drove off, leaving me behind in a humid cloud of unintentional dust, her paid parking stub clutched in my sweaty hands; any disgruntledness that might have been brewing was decidedly dissipated after that. I locked up the car with her ticket in my window, and headed out to enjoy my first official day at the beach this year.
When I finally returned to my car on my way home early to catch a pot-luck birthday, I spotted the ticket on my dash and warmly remembered where the ticket had come from. I crept out of the parking lot, scanning the crowd intently until I spotted a couple heading to the parking meter.
"Excuse me, have you paid for parking yet?"
"No, not yet."
"Well then here, take it, it's still good until midnight."
"Oh, well, gee, thanks!"
"No problem; have fun."
A little something can go a long way. Thanks, lady, for saving my day and starting something good.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Things that climb
Temperatures
Heartrates
Levels of fear
Anticipation
Baboons
Five determined friends on a Holiday Monday afternoon
...
Hilarious what you can do with a cheesecloth ball of chalk. It was supposed to dry your hands on the climb up. 60 feet up doesn't feel like enough anymore. Furious as our forearms were by the end of the day (Dimps couldn't mash avocado; I couldn't chop tomatoes; Dawson couldn't wipe after...you know), we'll be back for more as soon as Sunday afternoon. Reaching the top after a grueling climb or a frustrating fall was SO satisfying.
...
On a side note, I always thought that I was my own biggest fan, but it turns out that I may be wrong--thanks for reading, whoever you are. :)
A splash of emotion
Earlier today I was a little frustrated; I decided to go for a walk. Halfway up my street, I got a little more frustrated; I'd left things at home and had to turn back. Out the door a second time, I found I had to use my umbrella as the rain started to fall harder. I walked across a field and then back and found that my feet started to slip in my flip-flops and there was grit between my toes. Nearly exasperated with the entire situation, I kicked my way through the puddles...and felt better.
Two puddles later and 3/4 the way home, I wasn't frustrated anymore. Funny what a little rain can clean away.
Two puddles later and 3/4 the way home, I wasn't frustrated anymore. Funny what a little rain can clean away.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Change of pace
I had to step outside for a moment tonight to take out the garbage like mom asked me to. Moments before, I had shuffled from room to room gathering what needed to be emptied, rustling clean bags into place. I plodded down the stairs with bags in hand, slipped on some shoes, and let the door slam behind me as I stepped out onto the porch. What greeted me out on the stoop startled me to a stand-still.
Silence. Complete and utter silence.
It was as though I had stepped over some threshold into a completely other space; even the noise of my slumbering home had been deafening in comparison to the sounds outside.
Fog hung in the air, muffling both light and sound. What lights still burned had their beams caught in the fog, giving everything a uniform pink glow. Not a leaf rustled, not an insect chirped--I couldn't even hear the sound of my own breathing.
The rain had ended hours ago and despite the mist, the air was crisp and cool. There was no wind and it was warm, but refreshing. My walk to the curb was slow and deliberate; I felt like I would cause some sort of offense if I was to disturb the ghostly silence that enveloped the world around me.
When I returned to the door, I paused to gaze on the scene once more and to listen to the noise that wasn't there. The silence that had overwhelmed me before on the stoop was slowly and softly being prodded by the tick of the nearby garden clock and the trickling of a far-off eaves-trough, but nothing else. The world was still blanketed in an eerie quiet that was wonderfully calming.
In the next moment, I had stepped inside and closed the door on the notion that for one moment, I could pause the world for me.
Silence. Complete and utter silence.
It was as though I had stepped over some threshold into a completely other space; even the noise of my slumbering home had been deafening in comparison to the sounds outside.
Fog hung in the air, muffling both light and sound. What lights still burned had their beams caught in the fog, giving everything a uniform pink glow. Not a leaf rustled, not an insect chirped--I couldn't even hear the sound of my own breathing.
The rain had ended hours ago and despite the mist, the air was crisp and cool. There was no wind and it was warm, but refreshing. My walk to the curb was slow and deliberate; I felt like I would cause some sort of offense if I was to disturb the ghostly silence that enveloped the world around me.
When I returned to the door, I paused to gaze on the scene once more and to listen to the noise that wasn't there. The silence that had overwhelmed me before on the stoop was slowly and softly being prodded by the tick of the nearby garden clock and the trickling of a far-off eaves-trough, but nothing else. The world was still blanketed in an eerie quiet that was wonderfully calming.
In the next moment, I had stepped inside and closed the door on the notion that for one moment, I could pause the world for me.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
How not to change your MSN theme
There is a difference in shortcut methods--please take note.
If you would like to share a picture with the person you are currently conversing over MSN with, you can do one of two things. You can either select "share a file" and browse through your pictures until you find the one you want, click on it, and share it that way, OR, you can drag and drop said picture into the text-typing area of your MSN window and the transfer will automatically begin.
HOWEVER, please note that the text-tying area of your MSN window is NOT the same as the area in which you read your conversation from. If you drag and drop the picture you want to share your friend with into this area, you will not begin a transfer, but will rather change the entire theme of your MSN conversation window--the picture will become the background of your window and will appear behind everything you type and read.
While this is not a particularly destructive mistake to make, it can be quite the disruption when the picture you were trying to share with your friend was this one:
What a mistake to make. I had to stare at Dimps's borrowed eyes for a good 5 mintues before I could calm myself down enough to figure out how to undo the change. 5 minutes may not sound like a lot of time, but it is when you can't stop laughing long enough to breathe. I hope I have enlighted some of you MSNers out there.
If you would like to share a picture with the person you are currently conversing over MSN with, you can do one of two things. You can either select "share a file" and browse through your pictures until you find the one you want, click on it, and share it that way, OR, you can drag and drop said picture into the text-typing area of your MSN window and the transfer will automatically begin.
HOWEVER, please note that the text-tying area of your MSN window is NOT the same as the area in which you read your conversation from. If you drag and drop the picture you want to share your friend with into this area, you will not begin a transfer, but will rather change the entire theme of your MSN conversation window--the picture will become the background of your window and will appear behind everything you type and read.
While this is not a particularly destructive mistake to make, it can be quite the disruption when the picture you were trying to share with your friend was this one:
What a mistake to make. I had to stare at Dimps's borrowed eyes for a good 5 mintues before I could calm myself down enough to figure out how to undo the change. 5 minutes may not sound like a lot of time, but it is when you can't stop laughing long enough to breathe. I hope I have enlighted some of you MSNers out there.
The Awkward Moment
The other night, coming out of Jack Astor's with Squiggly, we were heading towards the car when our path crossed with those of two guys heading into the restaurant. I didn't think much of the others until I heard an exchange pass between the asian one and Squiggly. I think the asian one started it.
"Don't I know you guys?"
"You look pretty familiar..."
"I know I know you two from somewhere!"
"Uh, aren't you C4?"
"Yeah--how do I know you guys?"
"Um, I'm Squiggly and that's melody,"
"Where do I know you from?"
"Oh, we're, uh, Boo's friends. You know us through Boo [the girl that was friends with you but who you were convinced you were dating in some special way but not in so many words until she started seeing some guy and you freaked out way out of line and now you guys can't talk because you're just so immature and can't get over your own issues]..."
"Oh..."
"Yeah..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"So, uh, I guess, bye, C4,"
"Yeah, bye."
Squiggly and I walked to the car in silence as C4 walked away from us with his friend in much the same way. Once in the car with the doors closed, Squiggly and I resumed conversation. I began by exhaling a breath I didn't even know I'd been holding.
"Wow, C4."
"Yeah, what were the chances?"
"I dunno, but that was awkward."
"Yeah, REALLY awkward..."
"Huh."
"I should've farted or something to have relieved some tension."
I died.
"No, seriously, if I could have let one out, that would have distracted us from how awkward the moment was and it could have given us a way out."
I continued to shake the Earth with my laughter.
"If only I could have! 'Oh, right, you're Boo's ex-friend...ppppffffffffffttt! Oops! Gotta go!"
Tears streamed down my face. I managed to gasp out a line to Squiggly.
"No! Not 'I gotta go,' just a dorky, pervy laugh and an exit! More like a 'ppppppffffffffffffffttt...heh heh heh' and then turn around and leave!"
"You mean like: 'Oh, right, you're C4--Boo's friend......"ppppffffffffttt heh heh heh.'"
I gasped for air and forgot to put the car in gear before hitting the gas--I missed the advanced green.
"Damn, I really wish I could've farted."
...
True story. I swear.
"Don't I know you guys?"
"You look pretty familiar..."
"I know I know you two from somewhere!"
"Uh, aren't you C4?"
"Yeah--how do I know you guys?"
"Um, I'm Squiggly and that's melody,"
"Where do I know you from?"
"Oh, we're, uh, Boo's friends. You know us through Boo [the girl that was friends with you but who you were convinced you were dating in some special way but not in so many words until she started seeing some guy and you freaked out way out of line and now you guys can't talk because you're just so immature and can't get over your own issues]..."
"Oh..."
"Yeah..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"So, uh, I guess, bye, C4,"
"Yeah, bye."
Squiggly and I walked to the car in silence as C4 walked away from us with his friend in much the same way. Once in the car with the doors closed, Squiggly and I resumed conversation. I began by exhaling a breath I didn't even know I'd been holding.
"Wow, C4."
"Yeah, what were the chances?"
"I dunno, but that was awkward."
"Yeah, REALLY awkward..."
"Huh."
"I should've farted or something to have relieved some tension."
I died.
"No, seriously, if I could have let one out, that would have distracted us from how awkward the moment was and it could have given us a way out."
I continued to shake the Earth with my laughter.
"If only I could have! 'Oh, right, you're Boo's ex-friend...ppppffffffffffttt! Oops! Gotta go!"
Tears streamed down my face. I managed to gasp out a line to Squiggly.
"No! Not 'I gotta go,' just a dorky, pervy laugh and an exit! More like a 'ppppppffffffffffffffttt...heh heh heh' and then turn around and leave!"
"You mean like: 'Oh, right, you're C4--Boo's friend......"ppppffffffffttt heh heh heh.'"
I gasped for air and forgot to put the car in gear before hitting the gas--I missed the advanced green.
"Damn, I really wish I could've farted."
...
True story. I swear.
Monday, July 02, 2007
The Culminating Moment
I was reading dimps's blog tonight while talking to her over MSN. What ensued was a LONG period of face-stretching, abdominal working, lung aching hysterics.
Dimps's blog:
"...oh and did i mention that the event was MIND-NUMBINGLY BORING? in fact, at one point, i was ready to jab a pen in my eye, just for the excitement it might bring."
Mine and Dimps's MSN conversation:
Dimps - *long funny, yet weird comment* sorry..must be the tiredness setting in..
Me - hahaha "someone stick a fork in Dimps because she is SO DONE!!!!"
The Culminating Moment:
Dimps - my mom's gonna wake up and think I'm crazy. she's gonna start praying to her god, asking for my sanity.
Me - I probably would too, waking up to find you hysterically laughing with a pen in your eye and a fork in your side
...
Eff. That was a good one. I'm so witty sometimes.
Mr. Dong (god, that's a great name) came up with a line this weekend that also tickled my funny bone--only because it was him and because I'd never thought of it that way before:
"Sherman sure has lost a lot of weight! Before, he was all in proportion: big head, big body. But now he's skinny body, big head. He's like a Q-tip!"
Someone gave a speech this weekend on being a team; I've never heard so many "I"s in a team-related speech before...
Dimps's blog:
"...oh and did i mention that the event was MIND-NUMBINGLY BORING? in fact, at one point, i was ready to jab a pen in my eye, just for the excitement it might bring."
Mine and Dimps's MSN conversation:
Dimps - *long funny, yet weird comment* sorry..must be the tiredness setting in..
Me - hahaha "someone stick a fork in Dimps because she is SO DONE!!!!"
The Culminating Moment:
Dimps - my mom's gonna wake up and think I'm crazy. she's gonna start praying to her god, asking for my sanity.
Me - I probably would too, waking up to find you hysterically laughing with a pen in your eye and a fork in your side
...
Eff. That was a good one. I'm so witty sometimes.
Mr. Dong (god, that's a great name) came up with a line this weekend that also tickled my funny bone--only because it was him and because I'd never thought of it that way before:
"Sherman sure has lost a lot of weight! Before, he was all in proportion: big head, big body. But now he's skinny body, big head. He's like a Q-tip!"
Someone gave a speech this weekend on being a team; I've never heard so many "I"s in a team-related speech before...
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