I haven't laughed so hard in what seems a very long time. Tonight was a very fun(ny) night in great company; exactly what the lonely heart needed.
I realized tonight more than ever that friendship isn't always about being nice to another person--it's about being your honest self with another person who will not only accept you for who you are, but who will appreciate you for you, no matter how bizarre it might be.
"If I didn't know you guys were friends, I'd have thought you were enemies."
I stand by the fact that true friends are the ones who trust in the strength of their bond to the point where they'll put it on the line if something's important enough. Case in point: I cared more for my friend's happiness in life and love so much so that I put our friendship on the line by telling her she shouldn't marry the one she was engaged to. We didn't speak for months. And then she called--he was gone. She was my friend, and still is--perhaps now more than ever.
Your friends are the ones who aren't afraid to be brutally honest with you to save you from something worse.
"There's parsley in your teeth."
"Those pants make you look fat."
"That vacuum's too expensive."
"She's bad for you."
"You deserve more than that."
And in turn, your friends are the ones that you listen to; whose advice you don't just shrug off or get defensive towards. The perfect friendship is the most symbiotic one--you're there for each other.
And the perfect relationship, is when you find that the one you love is also your best friend.
...
A bit of a digression, but the end point is the same--I love those girls.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
First lecture introduction
"JUST SO YOU ALL KNOW, I'M NOT YELLING BECAUSE I'M ANGRY--I'M YELLING BECAUSE THIS IS THE WAY I TALK."
...
According to Brodder, this was a point that had to be made, though it didn't make the prof any less intimidating.
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According to Brodder, this was a point that had to be made, though it didn't make the prof any less intimidating.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Filed safely away
In the midst of an office move, I found myself sorting through files and papers I hadn't laid eyes on in a long while. Holding a stack of papers together as a makeshift folder, I found these words, neatly printed in my own writing--probably pertinent at the time, but now just mysterious mutterings to remind myself of a notion now forgotten.
I'd come back to save you.
Simple things to make me smile:
- coffee stains on the counter
- pages and pages of largely scrawled ingenuity
...
And to make me melt, I can find these words elsewhere...put there just for me.
I wish I could do better by you,
Cos that's what you deserve.
You sacrifice so much of your life,
In order for this to work.
While I'm off chasing my own dreams,
Sailing around the world,
Please know that I'm yours to keep,
My beautiful girl.
And when you cry a piece of my heart dies,
Knowing that I may have been the cause,
If you were to leave,
fulfill someone elses dreams,
I think I might totally be lost.
You don't ask for no diamond rings,
No delicate string of pearls,
That's why I wrote this song to sing,
My beautiful girl.
"The girl" -City and Colour
...
Love you now and forever.
I'd come back to save you.
Simple things to make me smile:
- coffee stains on the counter
- pages and pages of largely scrawled ingenuity
...
And to make me melt, I can find these words elsewhere...put there just for me.
I wish I could do better by you,
Cos that's what you deserve.
You sacrifice so much of your life,
In order for this to work.
While I'm off chasing my own dreams,
Sailing around the world,
Please know that I'm yours to keep,
My beautiful girl.
And when you cry a piece of my heart dies,
Knowing that I may have been the cause,
If you were to leave,
fulfill someone elses dreams,
I think I might totally be lost.
You don't ask for no diamond rings,
No delicate string of pearls,
That's why I wrote this song to sing,
My beautiful girl.
"The girl" -City and Colour
...
Love you now and forever.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Welcome distraction
Once in a while you encounter something that just throws you off your game. Your mind spins trying to get around it, your heart pounds from the effort, your knees go weak, you start to shake, and you just can't explain it. It sucks, but it happens.
...
"Distract me."
"Want to see my penis?"
"Perfect. Thanks, I needed that."
...
When some people get nervous, they fidget with something; many people toy with their rings. I wear rings. Three. One of them is pretty, one of them is healing, and one of them reminds me that it won't be too much longer.
...
Twenty-two days and nine posts into the new year; I feel like I've already lived this month for a century.
...
"Distract me."
"Want to see my penis?"
"Perfect. Thanks, I needed that."
...
When some people get nervous, they fidget with something; many people toy with their rings. I wear rings. Three. One of them is pretty, one of them is healing, and one of them reminds me that it won't be too much longer.
...
Twenty-two days and nine posts into the new year; I feel like I've already lived this month for a century.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Inauguration Day!
"There are going to be a lot of Kleenex moments."
...
There are four people in the office; three of them (one of them being me) are streaming CNN.com live on their laptops while they work. A page in the history book is being written today--a factoid date sure to be plastered in trivia games from now on.
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There are four people in the office; three of them (one of them being me) are streaming CNN.com live on their laptops while they work. A page in the history book is being written today--a factoid date sure to be plastered in trivia games from now on.
Monday, January 19, 2009
But who knows if you'll remember?
Last night I learned a few things from people with too much information.
How to score lower on a Breathalyzer test
Exhale all the air you've got. Then breathe in through your nose. Take that new, fresher air and breathe it all out through your mouth as soon as you can (without looking suspicious) into the breathalyzer.
Ta-da!
Because that new breath didn't have all that same time to absorb all the alcomohol that might have been circulating through your system, it'll come out a little, "cleaner," if you will.
If you're screwed anyway, how to not get charged for impaired driving
Drink in front of the cop. Just start knocking them back like a champ.
Ta-da!
That way, if they're going to consider you a drunk, they won't be able to tell if you WERE drunk, or JUST GOT drunk.
"Sorry, officer, I know I smashed my car, but I had to have a drink because of it--it's to calm my nerves."
...
Though helpful, I hope none of you actually have to use this info. If you want, they're selling single-use breathalyzers at Wal-Mart for $1.50 so you can test yourself before you get into your car. I'll buy a couple for you if you think you'll need them.
If anything, it was an interesting learning experience from the pros.
How to score lower on a Breathalyzer test
Exhale all the air you've got. Then breathe in through your nose. Take that new, fresher air and breathe it all out through your mouth as soon as you can (without looking suspicious) into the breathalyzer.
Ta-da!
Because that new breath didn't have all that same time to absorb all the alcomohol that might have been circulating through your system, it'll come out a little, "cleaner," if you will.
If you're screwed anyway, how to not get charged for impaired driving
Drink in front of the cop. Just start knocking them back like a champ.
Ta-da!
That way, if they're going to consider you a drunk, they won't be able to tell if you WERE drunk, or JUST GOT drunk.
"Sorry, officer, I know I smashed my car, but I had to have a drink because of it--it's to calm my nerves."
...
Though helpful, I hope none of you actually have to use this info. If you want, they're selling single-use breathalyzers at Wal-Mart for $1.50 so you can test yourself before you get into your car. I'll buy a couple for you if you think you'll need them.
If anything, it was an interesting learning experience from the pros.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Way to pick 'em!
A friend of mine (she DOES have a name, but this is just so...weird), likes to pick scabs. It's come up a couple of times now when we're all hanging out and she goes to attack Squiggly's scabs and he complains. Anyhoo, of course we've ribbed her about it since it's happened at least once every get together.
I've been trying to arrange another get together via email and Reply Alls, and the response has been back and forth, up and down. This scab-obsessed friend of mine wanted to come, but emailed that she couldn't, which prompted the following, tempting response from Dawson:
I laughed so hard and loud my workplace must think I'm crazy. What else is new?
I've been trying to arrange another get together via email and Reply Alls, and the response has been back and forth, up and down. This scab-obsessed friend of mine wanted to come, but emailed that she couldn't, which prompted the following, tempting response from Dawson:
Dude, you should definitely come. I fell off my bike the other day and I got hit with a hockey stick in the face.
I laughed so hard and loud my workplace must think I'm crazy. What else is new?
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Another Tail
Somewhere Out There is THE song from the ages old cartoon, An American Tail that's just oh so sappy and sad that you can't help but think of it when you're apart from someone you're gushy over.
Somehow (probably because it was so popular back then) my grade 6 class sang it for our graduation. I think we were setting a precedent because before our graduating class, no one had ever thought to make it ceremonious at all. We were the first class to sing, award plaques, cry (yes, one girl, SW, at the tender age of 12, cried over having to part with maybe 3 of her classmates), and have all of our parents (and I think the rest of the school) there to watch.
For years afterwards, being the always-looking-for-love adolescent I was, I remembered every single word of that song, it coming to mind whenever I was indeed, thinking about someone that was somewhere out there.
Beyond those digressions, I needed this song a little lately.
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Somewhere Out There - An American Tail
Somewhere out there
beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me
and loving me tonight
Somewhere out there
someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another
in that big somewhere out there
And even though I know how very
far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing
on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing
a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath
the same big sky
Somewhere out there
if love can see us through
Then we'll be together
somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true
Somehow (probably because it was so popular back then) my grade 6 class sang it for our graduation. I think we were setting a precedent because before our graduating class, no one had ever thought to make it ceremonious at all. We were the first class to sing, award plaques, cry (yes, one girl, SW, at the tender age of 12, cried over having to part with maybe 3 of her classmates), and have all of our parents (and I think the rest of the school) there to watch.
For years afterwards, being the always-looking-for-love adolescent I was, I remembered every single word of that song, it coming to mind whenever I was indeed, thinking about someone that was somewhere out there.
Beyond those digressions, I needed this song a little lately.
...
Somewhere Out There - An American Tail
Somewhere out there
beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me
and loving me tonight
Somewhere out there
someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another
in that big somewhere out there
And even though I know how very
far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing
on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing
a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath
the same big sky
Somewhere out there
if love can see us through
Then we'll be together
somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Going for the hug
Someone...
...got a Wii Fit for Christmas, and seeing as how we had family over almost as soon as he'd opened it, we decided to try it all together. Oh man, was it a HIT. My favourite play:
Wii were playing "head the soccer ball," and although it was all about leaning your body weight the right way at the right time, she still threw in the neck motion. Pro-star.
The hug reference comes in when this grandchild...
...went on a crazy hula-hooping streak and got all of us cheering and stuff until she beat the clock and managed to score just over 300 (303!) hip-tastic hula-ing rotations to take top place. She'd worked us all up into such a frenzy, that when she broke the record, grandma flew to her feet to envelop her talentedly Fit grandchild in a triumphant victory hug. It was great. And ridiculous.
(Those are ski poles, if you couldn't tell...)
Young or old (or immature like myself), Christmas is a time for everyone. I'll never outgrow Christmas.
...got a Wii Fit for Christmas, and seeing as how we had family over almost as soon as he'd opened it, we decided to try it all together. Oh man, was it a HIT. My favourite play:
Wii were playing "head the soccer ball," and although it was all about leaning your body weight the right way at the right time, she still threw in the neck motion. Pro-star. The hug reference comes in when this grandchild...
...went on a crazy hula-hooping streak and got all of us cheering and stuff until she beat the clock and managed to score just over 300 (303!) hip-tastic hula-ing rotations to take top place. She'd worked us all up into such a frenzy, that when she broke the record, grandma flew to her feet to envelop her talentedly Fit grandchild in a triumphant victory hug. It was great. And ridiculous. 
(Those are ski poles, if you couldn't tell...)
Young or old (or immature like myself), Christmas is a time for everyone. I'll never outgrow Christmas.
Monday, January 05, 2009
Pay attention, boys
No girl can resist presents. It makes them melt. Even if you take a dirty sock and wrap it up pretty, she'll love it. Maybe not a dirty sock, but man, do we ever love crisp wrapping paper and curly ribbons with big colourful bows! Better example: if she sent you out to buy her tampons and you came home with the damned box wrapped up and topped with a bow, she'll swoon over you for the month--even if she sent you with her own money in the first place!
I'm telling you, wrapped, ribboned, and bowed, and you're Prince Charming. Study the picture. Though, what's in that box isn't a dirty sock nor for a girl, it doesn't matter--do unto others...
Passed me by
I had to do a double-take and actually visit my own site before I could believe that this was my first post of this year. Though I don't apologize, I do miss it. I was too preoccupied--and not--to write. I seem to have (re)learned what a joy it is to do absolutely nothing. However, doing nothing for too long gets me antsy to the point I panic and become quickly irritable until I do something.
Video games don't count.
If they counted, then I could consider myself as having been well-accomplished over the past few weeks. But no; like watching TV for a marathon stretch of time, video games are the worst. If I sit there long enough, I get cold sweats and lose circulation to my extremities. I shit you not. TV only kind of counts when I come out of the boob-tube coma having completed knitting a scarf or something. Video games only count when there is usually more than one player, and all players, as well as passers-by, get a huge hoot out of watching the goings-on. Though, as much as I am against those marathons stretches of solo TV-watching or video game playing, I have to confess, I am more than a little in love with my new PS3 game...
I haven't even been able to do many casual chores around the house because apparently I'm not the only one with too much time on my hands. My laundry's been folded for me more than once; my cooking catastrophes have been tackled before I could finish my creations. Most people would feel grateful, and while I do, I also feel more than useless.
However, I've had a chance to rediscover (as I do every little while) how much I love to read. Having traveled the 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea that I've always told myself I would (though arguably, not ALL those 20,000 leagues were under the sea), I have now built myself up to The Glass Castle--a trip that started in Japan and took two years to actually happen. All of my shelves are littered with so many books that I've either read, want to read, or am meaning to re-read. One of these days my floor's going to fall through to the basement.
Something I miss more than I care to admit though, is my volleyball. I haven't played in weeks, and due to a hesitation, I missed my chance to break the streak this past weekend. But, I DO get to give it another go on Thursday. I remember the days when it fit so easily in to my life. It wasn't an addiction though, it was a passion. Always was, always will be. I'll be honest, it's been hard cutting back the way I have, but I guess we all have to make sacrifices in life; it was only going to be a matter of when I would do it.
Finally, there's some drama amongst the trinity. I was beginning to think it'd become complacent and boring and was slowly fading. Thank goodness I was wrong.
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Video games don't count.
If they counted, then I could consider myself as having been well-accomplished over the past few weeks. But no; like watching TV for a marathon stretch of time, video games are the worst. If I sit there long enough, I get cold sweats and lose circulation to my extremities. I shit you not. TV only kind of counts when I come out of the boob-tube coma having completed knitting a scarf or something. Video games only count when there is usually more than one player, and all players, as well as passers-by, get a huge hoot out of watching the goings-on. Though, as much as I am against those marathons stretches of solo TV-watching or video game playing, I have to confess, I am more than a little in love with my new PS3 game...
I haven't even been able to do many casual chores around the house because apparently I'm not the only one with too much time on my hands. My laundry's been folded for me more than once; my cooking catastrophes have been tackled before I could finish my creations. Most people would feel grateful, and while I do, I also feel more than useless.
However, I've had a chance to rediscover (as I do every little while) how much I love to read. Having traveled the 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea that I've always told myself I would (though arguably, not ALL those 20,000 leagues were under the sea), I have now built myself up to The Glass Castle--a trip that started in Japan and took two years to actually happen. All of my shelves are littered with so many books that I've either read, want to read, or am meaning to re-read. One of these days my floor's going to fall through to the basement.
Something I miss more than I care to admit though, is my volleyball. I haven't played in weeks, and due to a hesitation, I missed my chance to break the streak this past weekend. But, I DO get to give it another go on Thursday. I remember the days when it fit so easily in to my life. It wasn't an addiction though, it was a passion. Always was, always will be. I'll be honest, it's been hard cutting back the way I have, but I guess we all have to make sacrifices in life; it was only going to be a matter of when I would do it.
Finally, there's some drama amongst the trinity. I was beginning to think it'd become complacent and boring and was slowly fading. Thank goodness I was wrong.
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